Grandma Cui and the others were locked inside the wooden hut, and Shen Qiuyang's face showed a smile that was not quite a smile, before she grabbed one of them.
"No, no, no, please don't..."
Screams of terror came from outside the wooden hut, causing the remaining people's hearts to pound with fear; even Grandma Cui was frantic.
One by one, it continued until it was Grandma Cui's turn.
Blood splattered on Shen Qiuyang's body, face, and hands, but she still wore a smiling expression, like an Asura with a jade-like face.
"Only you left. What do you say I should do with you? Should I render you for fat to light the sky lanterns, or should I carve off your old flesh piece by piece and grind it up to feed to the dogs?"
Grandma Cui had long been scared out of her wits, "Miss, Miss! I was wrong, please spare me this time, I truly know my mistake!"
