After saying this, Luan Lihui raised the wooden stick and brought it down hard on his left wrist, again and again, until he smashed it to pieces. His left hand dangled limply, attached by nothing but a layer of skin and flesh.
The sight drained the color from Huang Jun's face, and his lips trembled uncontrollably. It also made Yao Shunyu look at Luan Lihui in a new light.
"Haah... haah..." Luan Lihui's eyes were bloodshot as he gasped for air. Furious, he bellowed at the woman trying to outdo him in cruelty, "Come on! Keep going! You damned freaks!"
It was clear that Luan Lihui had completely lost control. His long-suppressed feelings had turned him into a different person. Yao Shunyu didn't think that was entirely a bad thing, though. To survive in a world like this, you had to be even crueler than these people.
But the villagers around them weren't angered by Luan Lihui's outburst. On the contrary, they all broke into beaming smiles, as if this was exactly what they had been waiting for.
Elder Sun smiled until his eyes narrowed to slits. Turning around, he hurried over to the woman in short, quick steps and slapped her to the ground. He ignored her pleas and struggles, forcibly tore open her clothes, and snatched the dead baby wrapped in swaddling cloth from her. Then he cradled it in his arms as if it were a real infant and carried it over to Luan Lihui.
After Luan Lihui took it with his remaining right hand, Elder Sun threw back his head and joined the other four old women in chanting, "You... are... blessed!"
Luan Lihui had won this round.
At the same time, a group of people approached with an odd gait. They carried a four-cornered incense