The iron child scratched frantically at his neck with both hands, his legs flailing wildly on the ground. His face turned from red to purple, veins bulging on his forehead, looking extremely terrifying.
Old Ha and the others quickly rushed over to help, but after several attempts, they still couldn't get the loach off the iron child's neck.
At this moment, a little girl quickly walked toward the metal bucket placed in the corner of the wall.
The bucket contained leftover lime from when they sprinkled white lines in the pit earlier.
The little girl grabbed a handful of lime, pushed away the people surrounding the iron child, and directly sprinkled the lime on them.
"Sizzle sizzle sizzle!"
It sounded like vegetables hitting hot oil.
The worm coiled around the iron child's neck immediately started writhing, emitting a puff of blue smoke, with corrosive marks appearing in many places.
