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The window had not been deliberately shut. The evening breeze blew in freely, yet the smoke from the offerings refused to disperse. It hovered above the offering candles, coiling and lingering, gathering thicker and thicker.
In barely a dozen breaths, the dense smoke condensed into a gray silhouette.
Look closely, and you could see the shadow’s shape resembled the wooden idol on the table, except it had only seven or eight faces on its body. The face in the center even rolled its eyes and glared down at the child’s soul below.
The child’s soul, though muddled and innocent, instinctively sensed danger. It abandoned the incense and tried to burrow back into the wooden ball.
The figure of smoke lunged down and swallowed it in a single gulp.
A remnant soul so small and weak could barely even count as an appetizer to it.
Its mouth opened and closed as though speaking to the spellcaster. The curse master immediately prostrated themselves, voice reverent as he replied, “The mark has been set. Please go and enjoy the abundant offering!”
Hearing that, the smoke figure circled once around the room, then vanished into the air in the next instant.
The spellcaster straightened and looked at the idol. Sure enough, seven or eight of the faces on the wooden idol had disappeared along with the smoke figure.
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He Lingchuan had always been a good sleeper. Even when...
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