The clay doll jumped onto a corpse, its mana fluctuating for only a moment, attempting to bait.
Perhaps it was because this array naturally had purifying effects, that's why Wang Zijia found it extremely smooth when he baited. A faint whiff of evil seed, was lured out by Wang Zijia.
He raised his hand, grabbed it, said nothing, and directly shoved it into the clay doll's belly.
The clay doll, made of, well, clay, wriggled slightly with no trace of discomfort.
Seeing this, Wang Zijia's face was filled with joy. He moved towards the next location, turning into a diligent pastor, performing the final rites for a group of corpses.
After a while, after Wang Zijia dealt with a dozen or so corpses, the clay doll had turned dark and its body began to harden somewhat.
It looked like a pottery puppet that had been fired, with faint patterns like human faces on it. It looked like a burial object, being very underworld-like.
