The uncle thought this child might be mentally ill, suddenly going crazy and yelling, while his hands made strange movements.
The moment Hua Jinyan pointed at him, he felt a chill all over, as a gust of eerie wind rushed towards him.
"Where did this demon wind come from?" the middle-aged uncle screamed.
The gusts seemed to crawl into his body through his pores, chilling him to the bone.
It was like countless worms wriggling through his body, paralyzing him instantly as he collapsed onto the ground.
He occasionally twitched, and foamy white bubbles emerged from his mouth, as if suddenly having a seizure.
The middle-aged woman nervously looked at Hua Jinyan.
The child stood there, gazing at people as if he were looking at ants.
He appeared like a cold, merciless god of death standing atop a snowy mountain, emotionless, striking terror and trembling into one's heart.
