Zuo Qingqing felt dizzy and saw a ghostly figure rushing toward her.
Jiang Shi's face was full of blue veins, foaming at the mouth, baring beast-like fangs, savagely biting at her face.
"Ah! Mother! What are you doing!"
"Let go of me!"
"Awooo—"
"Bitch... I'll kill you! Awoo!"
In the thatched hut, the piercing screams eventually turned into the sounds of a beast tearing into its prey, especially grotesque and tragic.
Even ordinary adults would be scared out of their wits by such a scene, let alone a five-year-old child.
Chu Xi stood in front of the thatched hut, her expression unchanged, "Burn it down."
Ah Hong stood behind her, "Yes, Miss."
He threw a torch onto the thatched roof. As the fire consumed it, one could vaguely see in the hut that Jiang Shi had already gouged out Zuo Qingqing's eyeballs, while Zuo Qingqing, in a fit of madness, with incredible strength, tore off Jiang Shi's jaw, even lifting her skull cap.
The tragedy was so severe.
