Qin Ruan's eyes were cold and indifferent, her frosty face showing an ironic smirk. "You've been dead for nearly a hundred years and still fancy a piece of fresh meat. Aren't you afraid of breaking your teeth? Calling you an old hag isn't an exaggeration."
As her words left her lips, the puppet woman's pitch-black eyes filled with a dark red fog.
"I will kill you!"
The prior seemingly normal puppet woman now revealed her true horrifying self.
A wild wind rose within the living room, and the red dress on the puppet woman crumbled to pieces.
Her exposed skin started to quickly decay, filling the air with a choking stench.
Qin Ruan, who had previously laughed at Xia Yunchen for his response to the sight of snakes, now genuinely felt queasy.
She grappled with a wave of nausea, her immaculate face gone pale, her expression agonized.
The stench filling the living room was simply too revolting!
