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After dealing with the young man,

Chen Feng turned toward the village and shouted at the people who had been watching him from the dark. "What the fuck are you looking at?"

Countless flashlight beams swung toward him.

The villagers exchanged glances.

"He spotted us. What do we do?"

"Rush him together!"

"Are you crazy? I couldn't even see him move before that guy's head exploded. If you want to die, go ahead."

"Where's Granny? Why isn't she here yet?"

"She's dealing with that woman. She'll be here soon."

Amid the villagers' chatter, a crisp, clear drumming sounded. Thump! Thump! Thump!

The village chief hushed them. "Quiet. Granny's here."

The villagers brightened. "Thank goodness! With Granny here, he's dead!"

An old woman emerged from the darkness to the beat of the drum.

Her arms were twice as long as a normal person's. She held a lollipop in one hand and an old-fashioned toy in the other.

It was a rattle drum: a red stick for a handle, a tiny drumhead painted with a little figure, and a red cord on each side ending in a black pellet.

As the old woman walked, she shook it and called, "Child, come here. Come here!"

Each strike of the pellets against the drumhead sent out a low thump. Chen Feng felt his strength draining rapidly, while his clothes grew visibly looser.

Every time that rattle shakes, I lose a year of age.

The moment he realized it, Chen Feng activated the Sandevistan.

Hesitation meant defeat.

Chen Feng sprinted straight up to Granny and unleashed a flurry of punches.

His left fist hit hard. His right hit harder.

Die, you old hag!

When time resumed, the candy in the old woman's hand burst apart. Chen Feng sent her flying dozens of meters into a