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I hurried downstairs after hearing the news, but what could possibly be happening now? Third Uncle had "turned over a new leaf," so who else could be causing trouble?
However, when I reached the bottom of the stairs, I was taken aback to see Jianjian holding the "Evil Idol" that resembled Third Uncle in her hands.
I felt quite surprised because hadn’t Jianjian just told me not to touch it?
Why was she now holding that clay statue herself?
But it didn’t matter. Since Third Uncle had completely vanished, this clay statue should pose no threat, right?
Wang Wei called out to me, "Saning, look."
I knew what Wang Wei wanted me to see; it was clearly about Jianjian at that moment.
I called out to Jianjian, and she responded.
I asked, "Jianjian, what are you doing with that thing?"
"Saning Brother, I'm not doing anything," Jianjian replied in a normal tone, but there was something off about it. She looked up at me as she spoke.
"Saning Brother, just now this Clay Bodhisattva seemed to have spoken," Jianjian said. After her words, I glanced at Wang Wei, who shook his head to indicate he hadn’t heard anything.
I turned my gaze back to the Clay Bodhisattva and stared at it for a few seconds before telling Jianjian to put it down.
But Jianjian insisted, "Saning Brother, don’t you think this Clay Bodhisattva seems to be talking?"
I didn't hear anything at all!
I took a few steps towards Jianjian, wanting to snatch the Clay Bodhisattva from her hands, but she dodged me. Infatuated Zhang Jie.
At that moment, Ke'er also came down.
Ke'er glanced over and suddenly said, "The Evil Idol isn't dead."
Damn. I felt my mind go blank for a moment after hearing that, but in the next second, Jianjian hugged the Clay Bodhisattva and ran outside. She quickly dashed away.
I snapped back to reality and immediately chased after her.
Wasn't Third Uncle supposed to be gone? How could that Clay Bodhisattva still be moving? Could it be that there were two Clay Bodhisattvas?
I kept calling out Jianjian's name, and suddenly I felt a wave of panic wash over me. If that was Third Uncle, then I was doomed.
Because my eyes had just been cleansed of impurities by golden shards.
Damn it, not Third Uncle! I prayed silently as Jianjian ran swiftly. Even without light, she moved like the wind, while I struggled to keep up with her.
Could it be that Jianjian had lost her mind?
I called out her name again. I touched my eyes to check for any abnormalities, and once I felt nothing unusual, I finally relaxed.
This time, I chased Jianjian all the way to the riverbank before she finally stopped.
I said, "Jianjian, are you okay?"
Jianjian replied, "Saning Brother, I'm fine!"
At that moment by the river, listening to the sound of the flowing water, Jianjian said something that seemed perfectly normal. However, to me, it felt particularly off.
I asked Jianjian, "If you're fine, why do you have that thing?"
Jianjian responded, "It's talking to me, asking me to protect it." Upon hearing this, I realized that Jianjian must have been enchanted.
Who exactly is this Clay Bodhisattva? Third Uncle?
Damn it, it can't be Third Uncle! If it is Third Uncle, I'm in deep trouble. Damn it, this is just ridiculous.
My breathing became somewhat erratic without my realizing it.
I told Jianjian, "If you can't protect yourself, how can you protect her?"
But Jianjian insisted that she could protect it.
I was at a loss for words. The beam of my flashlight illuminated Jianjian's face, making her appear somewhat eerie. The cold wind blew, causing her black hair to sway slightly in the air.
Damn it, I muttered under my breath; I knew this was a bad idea. I asked, "What do you want to do?"
"Saning Brother, it's simple."
"Speak. Stop wasting time."
Under the night sky, I saw this world filled with souls. In truth, many people had died, and their souls had become Wandering Souls, destined to linger here for eternity.
Jianjian, after my cold reprimand, said, "Saning Brother, give your blood to Clay Bodhisattva."
Hearing this, I was furious. "Why should I? I don't even know him. We have no connection, so why should I?"
Jianjian seemed puzzled by my response and asked, "Saning Brother, will you give it or not?"
"No," I replied firmly.
Damn it, they just want my blood at a whim, thinking I'm a fool!
I said, "Jianjian, listen to your Saning Brother. Hurry up and throw that Clay Bodhisattva into the river so we can go back soon."
But Jianjian fell silent at that moment.
I took a step forward, and Jianjian stepped back.
Suddenly, Jianjian said, "Saning Brother, don’t you want Jianjian anymore?"
At that moment, it was clear that Jianjian had been bewitched by Clay Bodhisattva. Hearing those words from Jianjian made me say reluctantly, "Come over first; I'll let him drink my blood."
Sigh, it felt like feeding a child.
Wang Wei hurried over, calling out to me, "Saning, what's going on?"
I ignored Wang Wei and waited for Jianjian to come over.
As Jianjian hesitated, I felt increasingly anxious. I coaxed her, saying, "Jianjian, if you come over, I'll let Clay Bodhisattva drink my blood."
The atmosphere became somewhat oppressive at that moment.
I was convinced that Clay Bodhisattva was definitely an Evil Idol. Damn it, the one who had ensnared Jianjian's mind actually wanted to drink my blood.
My breathing grew heavier as I asked Jianjian, "What do you see?"
Jianjian looked at me in surprise and replied, "Saning Brother, I don't see anything."
"Can't your eyes see?"
I placed my finger in my mouth and bit down hard enough to draw blood. My finger quickly turned red.
"Jianjian, do you see it now?"
I showed my blood to Jianjian. She made a sound of acknowledgment and said, "Saning Brother, I'm coming over now." Jianjian began to walk towards me, slowly leaving the riverbank.
I intended to grab Jianjian as soon as she got close enough.
However, just as she was about a meter away from me and I was about to move, Clay Bodhisattva suddenly lunged forward and bit down on my finger.
I felt the fresh blood rapidly draining from my body. In that instant, I suddenly experienced a sense of blood loss. The next second, I had yanked the Clay Bodhisattva off my fingertip and threw it to the ground, delivering a series of fierce kicks.
Jianjian tried to come over but was held back by Wang Wei.
"Damn it, drinking my blood," I cursed as I kicked the Clay Bodhisattva down into the dirt.
I took a deep breath and pressed my fingers against my clothes to stop the bleeding.
At that moment, Ke'er and Xiaoru arrived as well.
Seeing me kicking the ground furiously, the three of them looked at me with confusion, but I suddenly felt a bit dizzy. Still, I forced myself to hold on.
After glancing at Jianjian, Xiaoru directly wrote the character for "Pardon" on Jianjian's forehead, causing Jianjian to faint.
"Husband, what are you doing?"
I assured them I was fine, just teaching a lesson to that damn thing. After kicking for about five or six minutes, a voice finally emerged from the ground, but it was still Jianjian's voice.
"Saning Brother, I know I was wrong."
"You think knowing you're wrong makes it all okay?" I replied, continuing to kick. Exhausted, I called out to Wang Wei to come over and kick as well.
Hearing this, the Clay Bodhisattva seemed to finally break down and said, "Saning Brother, Saning dear, please let me go."
"Damn it, use your own voice."
The clay figure finally spoke in a delicate woman's voice.
"What exactly are you?" I asked.
The woman from the ground replied, "I am left behind by your Third Uncle."
I lifted my foot, ready to bring it down, when the Clay Bodhisattva I had been stepping on for five or six minutes finally couldn't hold back and burst into tears. Then, she complained to me, "Is it easy for me? If it weren't for Third Uncle asking me to help you, I wouldn't be sucking your blood."
I was taken aback; she had the nerve to complain. You sucked my blood and made my head spin—how ruthless! I let Wang Wei kick her for a minute.
Finally, the Clay Bodhisattva stopped crying, leaving only a whimpering voice.
"Husband, let it go."
"Ke'er, you were right; this thing is indeed an Evil Idol."
The Clay Bodhisattva from the ground said pitifully, "Evil Idols can be good or bad! I'm a good one." With that, I finally felt a bit of relief in my chest, though my head still felt a little dizzy.
"Come out on your own," I commanded. As soon as I finished speaking, the Clay Bodhisattva broke through the ground.
However, just moments after she emerged, I was stunned.
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