After seeing that signature, the old woman completely descended into madness, muttering something incoherently under her breath. A lot of what she said was earthy Russian Federation dialect, along with even more curses and abuse.
Quickly, she clutched the piece of paper tightly, her eyes bloodshot, and without paying any heed to Yin Yan and Huai Shi, she charged straight into the cabin.
In her hands, the chicken that had long been dead already had its neck wrung by her, and thick blood dripped all along the floor beneath her feet.
Yin Yan didn't dare to stay alone with Huai Shi, so he hurriedly followed. Huai Shi also followed from a distance, wanting to know what she was going to do, and why that name triggered such a strong reaction from the old woman.
Soon, he saw it. In the dining room, the madwoman was entangled with her poor brother, and her shrill voice could be heard even from a distance.
"You lied to me! You've always been lying to me!"
