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The curse master hurriedly pulled a cloth doll no bigger than half a palm from his pocket and threw it to the ground.
The doll transformed the moment it landed, growing to the height of a grown man. It was an azure-kerchief laborer summon.
“Carry me!” the curse master gasped. Casting again with injuries this severe would only make things worse. He was already coughing nonstop. “Quick! Quick, go!”
Fortunately, the puppet he had summoned was not weakened in the least. It bent down at once, hoisted him onto its back, and ran.
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He Lingchuan suddenly snapped awake and sat bolt upright, startling even the Soul-Stealing Mirror at his bedside.
“You’re finally awake!” the mirror said with relief.
It was not that He Lingchuan enjoyed sleeping beside the thing. He simply had a habit of placing the mirror facing outward. That way, if someone tried to sneak attack him at night, the mirror would spot them first.
It could raise an alarm and confuse an enemy.
He Lingchuan grabbed the mirror and got to his feet. As he pulled on his boots, he snapped irritably, “And you call yourself the Soul-Stealing Mirror. Those filthy things invaded, and you didn’t snatch them away?” Actually, never mind stealing it, why couldn’t it even block them?
“What things?” the mirror asked blankly. “I didn’t see anything come in.”
“I don’t know. It was covered in faces, and even chopping off its head didn’t...
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