Li Yidao's hands moved quickly and precisely.
For him, every step of making the paper dolls was ingrained in his memory.
After all, he had been dealing with these things for two lifetimes.
If he couldn't stand at the pinnacle of this field, he would consider himself a failure.
As the paper doll gradually took shape, the discussions among the fans in the live stream became increasingly intense.
"No way! Brother Dao, why does this paper doll look so realistic? It's different from the last time!"
"I feel the same way. Is this really a paper doll? It looks more like a puppet!"
"Wait a minute... Why does this paper doll seem so scary?"
"Brother Dao, what are you doing? Why are you making such a lifelike paper doll?"
"Wait... Can this paper doll actually burn? Will it hurt?"
"You're going too far upstairs! I'm getting goosebumps!"
"What kind of eerie story is this?"
"..."
