"So this is how Old Madam Zhen died."
Cao Yongchang's mind churned out this thought, but there was no time to move; he could only watch as a jet of clean water pierced through most of the paper window. A part of it touched the tip of his nose, while the rest eerily stopped midair.
"Ah!"
Cao Yongchang thudded to the ground, his back drenched in sweat. He felt a searing pain at the tip of his nose and instinctively bit down harder on the Copper Coin in his mouth, which began to heat up again. But even if the heat was scalding his teeth and gums, he did not loosen his grip.
From midair, a pained scream echoed, and a few clear droplets fell from Cao Yongchang's nose to the ground. Immediately, twisted black lines in the shape of worms sizzled into fried corpses.
Then, to Cao Yongchang's horror, he watched as the old crone standing in front of the window seemed to melt away, with much of her body vanishing into thin air.
"Trying to escape?"
