"BANG!" "BANG!" "BANG!"
In the forest, when the craftsman hammered a nail into the puppet's head, Hu Ma, even standing so far away, could actually hear the sound of that hammering.
Not only did he hear it, but it also seemed to echo right beside his ear. Or rather, he felt as if it were aimed at his own head, each hammer blow striking the nail deep into his skull.
He couldn't touch it, nor could he see it, but the sensation of the nail being driven into his head was terrifyingly real. The excruciating pain made his mind almost unable to function.
"Be careful, watch the lantern!"
At that moment, Aunt Zhang's warning suddenly echoed.
Hu Ma looked down and saw the oil lamp in front of him, almost extinguished. It was affected as the hammering of the nail resonated.
Each hammer blow dimmed the oil lamp a bit more. Now it flickered weakly, on the verge of going out, which startled him. What kind of strange Magic is this, that it aims to take a person's life right from the start?
