Soon, some villagers brought more torches. Taoist Huang gripped one in his hand, the red-orange flames casting a murky, vicious gleam in his eyes, the crisscrossing wrinkles on his face looking as eerie as ravines in the mountains.
With a ferocious grin on his face that only Shu Ci could see, he yanked her hair tight and hoisted her up, then shoved the crackling, raging torch right up in front of her in a brutally savage way.
The leaping tongues of flame almost singed her eyelashes; the heat rushed against her face, scorching her eyeballs till they felt like they were boiling.
Taoist Huang was vicious to the core, deliberately trying to scare her, wanting to see her scream and make a fool of herself. But to his immense disappointment, the gravely injured woman in front of him didn't even twitch an eyelid.
