With gratitude toward Aunt Jing Shui in her heart, and thrilled at the prospect of getting a share of the spoils, Withered Vine Mod had rushed over for this "sisters' gathering." Now, only one question remained in her mind.
"W-Wasn't this supposed to be a carnival?"
She raised her head and met the gaze in midair.
That halfling's eyes shone frighteningly bright.
"Not quite as good as the last one, but this skull is so flat..." Fivik muttered thoughtfully. "Should I process it separately? Would it be more profitable to skin off the scalp and sell it on its own?"
Withered Vine Mod felt her scalp go numb.
The good news was that Aunt Jing Shui had not lied to her. This truly was a carnival.
The bad news was that she herself was the one being celebrated.
If Aunt Jing Shui had not been in just as miserable a state beside her, she might even have suspected that her fellow Green Hag had set her up.
What plunged her further into despair was that she could not leave this carnival midway through.
She recalled the instant she had tried to flee, when the thought had been snuffed out in an instant.
The magical backlash still left her brain buzzing, and it made her realize that the consequence of attempting escape would be exactly like the head dangling from the other party's hand.
Withered Vine Mod did not know why the other party had not crushed her to death at once.
But her instinct to survive barely overcame her fear.
Her cloudy eyes shifted before finally landing on He Xi. Tentatively, she spoke.
"Hee hee... great and terrifying halfling..." Withered Vine Mod's shriveled lips writhed as she squeezed out a grating, fawning voice from deep in her throat. "If I