It will take some time to fully recover.

"Oh, don't be proud, you will be in bad luck!" He took out another barefoot wooden sculpture and placed it on the table, and lit two tribute candles.

This is a statue of a god, two palms high, and the wood is a bit old. Although the gold plated body has not completely fallen off, its shape is not as solemn and solemn as other statues.

It is called ragged clothes with hundreds of knots.

The chest, hands, feet, neck, and even the holes in the clothes all have faces. Some have only one eye, and some have as many as three or four; some have eyes like bells, and some have eyes like bells, and some have eyes like bells.

The canthus of the eye is cracked and even bleeding.

Some faces were crying, some laughing, some angry, some sad, all with distorted expressions.

There are only a few faces that are completely blank, with no eyes, nose, or mouth. They can probably be called expressionless.

Other statues of gods give people the impression of being either majestic or kind, but this one is so ferocious and terrifying that even one look at it makes one shudder.

It's as if countless resentful ghosts have been stuffed into this wooden sculpture.

The man put a few drops of liquid in his eyes, put a small wooden ball into the tribute bowl, knelt down straight, lit half a stick of incense, and muttered something.

After dripping the potion, he could see a translucent shadow emerging from the wooden ball. It was the soul of a child who was only three to four years old. His body was still wet, and he probably drowned.

After the child soul came out, it looked around with a confused expression. It didn't know what was going on, but it instinctively leaned forward and sniffed the incense.

This is its food, which can replenish its weak soul and body.

Wooden balls are carved from seabed wood and can provide temporary shelter for remnant souls.

The conjurer took out two more complete incense sticks, lit them, put the tails of the incense sticks on his forehead, and recited something in his mouth.

The night was quiet, and the atmosphere in the house soon became stagnant.

It seemed as if something invisible but remarkable was approaching, and even the insects outside the house stopped making noise.

It was 4 o'clock in the morning, the health tank was empty, and my eyes were blurry.

Brothers and sisters, can you give me a few monthly passes to encourage you?
Chapter completed!