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"Don't speak too soon!"
Ma Yuan's eyes widened as he stared at the clay figures walking toward the kiln, believing there was still hope until the very last moment.
"Heh!"
Song Li chuckled softly, turning to look at Lin Baici, only to find his expression calm, not at all like a man facing death.
Something's not right!
Why isn't he scared?
Could it be that whoever's clay figure moves,
that person dies?
Is that why he's so confident?
Song Li thought of this possibility and immediately broke out in a cold sweat.
"Lin Baici, aren't you scared? That monster said 'into the furnace,' and according to the steps of making clay figures, there's definitely a drying step. Your clay figures haven't moved; you're doomed for sure. Think of something quickly!"
Song Li muttered to herself.
"You should now attack that clay figure monster, kill it, and perhaps there's still a chance to survive."
Lin Baici suggested.
Afraid?
Sorry,
