Zhang Yalin lost control of her bladder.
"Oh my, you actually wet your pants! How disgusting. I can't touch you anymore. I'm a wood spirit; I can't be tainted by filth." The puppet's exaggerated disgust was the feigned taunt of a predator. It seemed to have forgotten that, in the human world, it was the true filth.
Zhang Yalin started to cry.
"Shut up! Stop your noise!" the puppet suddenly raged. "You humans claim to be the spirit of all creation, yet you're far more foul than the essence of plants and trees. I must now cast a spell to purify the vital essence of all three of you and merge it into one. Only then can I leave this place and find a new bride. So be a good girl. As long as you don't get in my way, I promise not to kill you." With that, it walked to the bed, lay down, and instantly became as still as a piece of rotten wood.
