The pupils of the wedding doll, with each turn, mark the beginning of enchantment.
But this time, as soon as the doll's eye turned once, it looked a bit like it was dozing off, its eyelids weakly drooping down.
Danzi's right palm hung over the neck of the wedding doll, and a tumor-like thing began to swell.
"Take the Bone Teeth and prick here," Danzi said to Zhou Xuan.
Immediately, Zhou Xuan directed the Bone Teeth to gently pierce the swollen area.
As the skin was pierced, a thing like pus flowed out and dripped onto the ground.
Drop by drop of pus formed one puddle after another, initially thick like hot tar, but quickly turned into a pool of blood, and then rapidly evaporated, becoming a red mist that dispersed everywhere and disappeared entirely within moments.
Yet at this moment, there were no traces of the thick blood on the ground, as if that bloody thing never fell to the ground.
"It's gone."
Alchemist Bai Lu looked at Danzi.
