"I asked if you were finished, not how much you've done!" The middle-aged woman withdrew her whip, raised her arm high, and brought it down again.
CRACK!
The whip lashed across the woman's face. The gust of wind from the strike blew her disheveled hair aside, revealing a mangled, bloody face.
Countless wounds crisscrossed her face. Some had scabbed over, others still wept blood, but most were inflamed and festering. Yellowish-brown pus trickled down, releasing a pungent stench.
She was none other than the person Mo Qi was looking for: Uncle Niu's daughter, Niu Kexin!
Niu Kexin clenched her jaw, enduring the bone-deep agony without a sound.
The middle-aged woman pinched her nose in disgust. "Look at the state of you. Even a pig is prettier and cleaner than you are!"
Niu Kexin drew her long hair forward to cover her face again and silently returned to her spot.
"Oh? Still got some fight in you? Didn't you hear me talking to you?"
