Ling Xiaoyu and the other two women walked over just in time to hear Tang Changsheng. Ling Xiaoyu held up better, but as Arabella and Quintina listened to his low voice, chills crept down their backs. The alcohol they had drunk seemed to turn to cold sweat and seep from their skin. Tang Changsheng had spotted the three of them creeping over long ago and had deliberately laced his voice with a hint of suggestion.
His voice sank lower still, as deep and stirring as a cinema speaker, while what he described grew ever bloodier and more brutal.
"...They can make someone die a truly wretched death. A person struck by the Hungry Ghost Curse is haunted by a hungry ghost and feels hungry forever. No matter how much they eat, they can never get full—not even if they eat until their stomach bursts!
"So when those Wizards want to punish someone, they cast the Hungry Ghost Curse on them, then give them nothing to eat. Driven mad by hunger, the victim often tears into their own flesh to fill their stomach.
"Unfortunately, even if they eat every scrap of flesh from their body until only bones remain, they still feel hungry..."
"Ah!" Someone could not bear to listen anymore and screamed.
Everyone looked over. It was Quintina. Her face had gone pale, and she clutched her chest.
Her ample chest rose and fell sharply, drawing plenty of eyes.
But Tang Changsheng could tell she was genuinely frightened. She was not feigning frailty to attract attention.
Then an angry voice rang out. "That's the work of the Devil... How can people be so evil?"
Tang Changsheng was a little taken aback. The speaker was Arabella. Her face was full of anger, and she spoke with righteous conviction.
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