When the old woman Wang climbed onto the kang bed, she held a drum and began rhythmically beating it, leaping around and muttering incomprehensible words; it was said she was conversing with the spirits, something only old woman Wang understood and was beyond ordinary people.
Everyone held their breath, nervously hoping that Xiaoxiao's soul could be summoned back.
Suddenly, old woman Wang shouted loudly, but no one knew what she was yelling.
It was unclear when the bowl on the table had been prepared, but old woman Wang picked it up, took a big gulp, and then sprayed it onto Xiaoxiao's face.
Xiaoxiao's face was drenched in a blood-red color, horrifyingly so.
Seeing his daughter-in-law's face sprayed crimson, Yang Ming's eyes reddened with rage as he yanked old woman Wang over, bellowing, "What are you doing?"
