The blade was poised barely a finger's width from Mrs. Zhu's neck. The slightest wrong move, and it would break the skin and draw blood.
Mrs. Zhu's body had gone limp as a noodle. She couldn't even remember how to speak, let alone figure out what to say.
Ji Huan sensed something was off with Mrs. Zhu today and had no patience to waste. With people who only responded to force, violence was often the most effective tool. The blade moved a little closer.
"Speak!"
Violence was indeed more effective on Mrs. Zhu, but her timid heart couldn't take it. She gasped for air, her eyes rolling back in her head as she nearly passed out.
"We're not done searching. When you are, hurry up and..." Aunt Kang had one foot in the kitchen when she stumbled upon the scene.
Her terrified gaze darted from the knife in Ji Huan's hand to Ji Huan's glacial face. Clutching her head, she let out a piercing scream, then turned and fled. "Murder! Someone, help! That jinx is going to kill someone!"
