She held a small voodoo doll in her hand.
The name "Jiang Fan" was written on it, and the doll was filled with needle holes.
"One needle shortens your life."
"Two needles make you a widower!"
"Three needles make you impotent!"
"Four needles give you festering sores!"
...
After stabbing it over ninety times, she was still unsatisfied, and shouted angrily:
"Damn liar!"
"You deceived my feelings and stole my first kiss, I will hate you for life!"
"When I descend, you'll be the first one I'll kill!"
"I'll stab you like this, like this, like this until you're dead!"
Facing the doll, she madly added another dozen stabs.
Only then did she feel slightly appeased.
Snorting through her nostrils, she said: "Just you wait!"
"I'm about to descend to the lower realm and give you a big surprise!"
"Heh heh heh!"
Suddenly.
The ground beneath her vanished, and she, along with all the water in the pool, fell down.
Huh?
She quickly steadied herself.
