"You old geezer, stop messing around with these fancy tricks, I won't fall for them!"
Zhao Yi's anger was rising within him; already hungry, the sight of food now made him feel sick, wanting to vomit but unable to.
The elderly woman, however, became calm. The table gradually vanished, her arms started waving incessantly. Zhao Yi noticed the entire grassland seemed to ripple like waves, fearing deception, his body floated in mid-air to carefully observe the grassland.
At this moment, the grass began to grow wildly, its stalks gradually thickened, and the color changed from green to white, with two pitch-black objects appearing at the tips.
"This is! Oh!"
Seeing the grass below transform into maggots, Zhao Yi couldn't help but retch.
"You old hag! If you have the guts, come out! Stop using these disgusting things!"
