The dense voices of little girls, like death-inducing talismans, struck Jiang Shouzhong's eardrums wave after wave.
The voices grew louder and more chaotic.
As if countless steel needles were fiercely piercing his ears, even his head throbbed painfully with each wave.
But the one who couldn't bear it first was the charming and beautiful old woman.
Her glamorous face twisted into a menacing distortion due to anger and fear, she screamed hoarsely at the little girl: "Shut up!!"
However, the little girl remained oblivious, continuing to bounce around.
The small figure darted back and forth within the room, incessantly chanting "bridal chamber."
With each shout, the voice grew sharper and more piercing.
At this moment, the old woman's smooth skin began to wrinkle rapidly.
In the blink of an eye, her once youthful and alluring appearance vanished, replaced by an image of decrepit old age.
