No, she didn't just become a withered, skinny old woman again.
Third Granny shrank directly from a hale young woman to the size of a three-foot-tall child.
She got smaller and shorter, her bones withered, and wrinkles reappeared on her face.
Finally, with a loud cry, she collapsed to the ground.
CRACK, CRACK...
Following a series of crisp snaps, the fallen Third Granny's bones broke and her tendons snapped. Her neck twisted awry, and just like that, she breathed her last.
The remaining villagers clapped and cheered, cackling strangely.
Amidst the cackles, the villagers who had just been united against a common foe descended back into a chaotic melee.
THUD! THUD! THUD!
More and more people fell to the ground, dead.
Meanwhile, for Jing Huaisheng, who lay prostrate on the ground, the sides of his neck began to bulge outward as each villager died... Something new and strange was growing.
