Tsk!
Just as Ye Fei left the fishing boat, the scarecrow moved as well.
Two wisps of green smoke swept across the spot where she had just been, and strange stalks of straw immediately sprouted from the fishing boat's steel deck.
Ye Fei merely glanced back.
She understood at once.
If she had been touched by that green smoke, the straw would have sprouted from her own body.
Skinning and Stuffing with Straw!
A form of torture that had once been popular in ancient times.
Even after entering modern society, sorcerers in some remote regions of the South Seas still used this method to cast curses.
Legend had it—
The more miserably someone died, the stronger their resentment would be after death.
Powerful sorcerers could gather the resentment of the dead and make the cursed suffer misfortune.
The greater the resentment,
the heavier the misfortune.
At best, it would cost them money or make them ill. At worst, they would die in a bloody disaster.
Legends were only legends, but the supernatural phenomenon before her was real.
The man who had transformed into a scarecrow showed no mercy. Not only did wisps of green smoke keep rising from its body, but dark red blood also seeped through the disordered straw.
In an instant,
within Ye Fei's senses,
the ten-meter-tall scarecrow suddenly seemed even larger. In front of it, she felt as tiny as an ant.
The scarecrow raised its arm and slowly pressed it down toward her.
Its movements were not fast.
Yet they gave her the illusion that there was nowhere to dodge.
At the same time as the man launched his attack, the Cloaked Woman unleashed a second curse. Something the size of a palm appeared in her hand—a distinctly human-shaped figure with recognizable facial features.
It was