Crystal tears slid from the corners of her eyes and fell onto the dark wooden floor, leaving a wet spot.
Yin Chao had no idea how to comfort the grieving little girl. He simply stood there in silence.
Suddenly, the woman seemed to convulse. She covered her mouth and pitched forward onto her knees.
Retching sounds rang out, and saliva dripped between her fingers.
Within five seconds, the woman had planted both hands on the floor.
A slime-coated Peach Blossom on a Human Face spilled from her mouth.
It was as thick as a forearm.
Its stem was still lodged in her throat. She raised her head, her eyes rolling back, and let out a series of harsh, rasping gasps.
Yin Chao felt rather disgusted, but she was an important NPC, after all.
So he steeled himself, crouched down, and lifted the long hem of her robe.
Using the fabric to keep his hand from touching the slime on the Peach Blossom on a Human Face, he gripped its foremost petals.
Just as he had done with the old man at the inn, he pulled hard and yanked the entire vine out.
The moment the Peach Blossom on a Human Face was pulled free, it writhed and screamed, its voice piercing and shrill.
It felt as though it could pierce the eardrums and shoot straight through the top of the skull.
The woman clapped her hands over her ears and thrashed on the wooden floor in agony.
Yin Chao wasn't nearly as affected. He merely found it noisy.
He stood and walked over to the writhing Peach Blossom on a Human Face.
As though grinding out a lit cigarette, he planted the toe of his shoe on its petals and twisted it back and forth twice.
The Peach Blossom on