Before she could finish speaking, Lin Xiaocao raised the sprayer and deftly tapped the button.
A small waft of red mist entered the old woman's nostrils.
"Oh, child, you sprayed the wrong thing, sprayed the wrong....."
The old woman suddenly coughed violently, fell painfully to the ground, and a cart of steaming hot sweet potatoes overturned with her,
She made a wheezing sound, struggling to breathe, the wrinkles on her skin undulating with lumps of flesh, her hands weakly grabbing at the sweet potatoes rolling on the ground, as if she was distressed.
It took only a few seconds.
The old woman curled up into a ball, fainting, but the lumps on her body continued contracting and pulsating, as if alive, or as if waiting.
"Help!" Lin Xiaocao mimicked a game scoring sound, making a cheeky victory sign: "Another point, that makes forty-seven today! I still need fifty-three to meet my target!"
"Enough!" Zhou Muniu teased with a laugh: "I can see you're really just bored....."
