Zhang Shiwan's voice suddenly came through,"Don't help her!"
No sooner had she spoken than the woman on stage scattered another handful of black rice.
When the black rice hit Tang Huai's back, she felt as though her entire back was being burnt with pain.
She braced her hands on the ground to support her body, her arms trembling...
Her complexion was very pale.
Her vision swayed, making her headache worsen.
She closed her eyes tightly, and upon opening them again, she envisioned a scorpion lying limply in her dantian.
Everyone has a dantian, but Tang Huai could see her own dantian clearly because of the scorpion.
Could it be that the scorpion was afraid of these black rice?
The guests crowded around, eager to see what was happening, when Zhang Shiwan suddenly told them,"All of you stay away from this Demoness!"
Upon hearing this, the crowd drew back once more.
