In just a second, Shanshan could no longer hold herself back. She rushed forward and slapped the woman across the face.
The woman's sunglasses flew off, and her mask was knocked askew, revealing a strange-looking face.
She must have had plastic surgery, but it had gone wrong. Her eyelids were swollen, her nose was crooked, and her cheeks were mottled with bruises.
After being slapped, her first reaction wasn't to fly into a rage and hit back, or to dodge. Instead, she hurriedly tried to pick up her sunglasses, clutching her mask in one hand as she tried to cover her face.
Shanshan grabbed her arm and snarled, "I'm Baoxiuxiu's cousin! The cousin of Baoxiuxiu, whom you killed!"
The woman turned around in a panic, her eyes filled with surprise and fear.
I saw an ominous aura around the woman. It was indeed connected to a curse, and it was concentrated on her face. But apart from that, there was nothing else unusual about her. The ominous aura was much fainter than the one Chu Lan had picked up from playing the wishing game. Unless you looked closely, you wouldn't even notice it.
Wu Qiren stepped forward to pull Shanshan away.
Shanshan had already lost control. She cursed the woman loudly, tugging at her clothes and hair.
Liu Liangwang stepped in to help, too.
Only Black Sis and Mo Xiaoling stood by, watching as if they were observing something.
"You—you can't go too far!" the woman finally cried, unable to take it anymore. "What does Baoxiuxiu's death have to do with me? Didn't she kill herself after she got a tumor? Why are you coming after me?"
"You still won't admit it! You killed my cousin! You cursed her to death!" Shanshan practically roared, tears streaming down her face.
"Shanshan..."