Su Ruiying hummed a weird song and sculpted the puppet little by little under the dim candlelight. As the puppet became more and more like Bai Zhu from the past, the soul of Baizhu in the crystal ball got weaker.
Until Su Ruiying spliced the puppet's body and head, and gently flicked the puppet's hand, there was nothing in the crystal ball. The originally dull puppet in her hand revealed a frightened expression in an instant.
The puppet Bai Zhu struggled like crazy and had even managed to pry itself free from Su Ruiying's hands. The wooden body that had just been made fell on the table with a click. But he ignored it and wanted to run when he got up.
Unfortunately...
He was now just a puppet with a short arm. He was desperate to escape, But with that small distance, Su Ruiying lifted her hand and pressed him motionless on the table.
