Hua Wu was standing on her head, the Dharma Image of "Old Demon Duan" and her frantic voice wafting around, quite terrifying.
"Sister, why?" Hua Wen said, shivering with fear.
"Sister, don't you understand yet?"
Hua Wen stood on her head, laughing crazily, tears falling down.
The next moment, Hua Wen, who had felt afraid, involuntarily started to stand on her head as well, seemingly infected by madness, and began to laugh out loud.
"Sister, you're right!"
"You're right!"
"There are many who suffer like us, better to become women who are violated; then we won't have to endure such pain."
"Why should we alone bear this terrible pain?"
"We must spread it far and wide."
"Let the Martial World feel the pain!"
"Not just spread it, we shall also revere Old Demon Duan as our honor, regard him as our god!"
"Yes! Look how powerful he is!"
