Its mouth was a wide fissure, stitched tightly shut with bright red thread from which droplets of red liquid oozed. Numerous silver needles pierced its head. Threads attached to them were entangled with its grey-white hair, pulling so hard the scalp looked like it was about to peel back. Its facial expression was lifelike, yet tinged with an eeriness that made one's skin crawl and scalp tingle.
THUD!
Sister Zhou slammed the cloth doll onto the ground.
Immediately after, a series of giggles erupted!
The cloth doll on the ground suddenly burst open, transforming into a cloud of needle-laden silk threads that swept toward the five rushing figures. Instantly, the threads wrapped around their bodies, driving the attached needles deep into their flesh. Fresh blood trickled out along the threads.
"Ah!"
