"Ahhhh—"
Her scream was incredibly tragic, even somewhat hoarse. She looked at her hands in horror, seeing them covered in redness with small rashes popping up like mushrooms after the rain. Those with sharp eyes could even see blisters breaking open, oozing pus and blood.
It was unbearable to see!
"My hands... my hands..."
"Ah, my hands too, they hurt, they itch... There's something wrong with this fabric!"
The wealthy daughters looked at their hands in panic, some even bursting into tears. A few went to reason with the shop owner.
"Ladies and madams, there must be some misunderstanding. Our fabrics are definitely fine! This... ah, how could this happen?"
A steward came to mediate, only to be dumbfounded by the sight of the red rashes on the women's hands.
This was too severe; the whole hand was deformed. Was this really a human hand? It was clearly a claw from hell!
