The flames kept surging up to the roof, and Wu Chuchu hastily backed away a few steps. Then, the figurines on the table started moving as if brought to life, circling slowly around the flames as if they were partaking in a mysterious ritual only seen in ancient tribes on remote continents.
The atmosphere inside the wooden house immediately turned eerily strange. In that moment, Qian Cangyi noticed countless sharp-eyed stares fixing on him from all around, some of which were even blinking, as if numerous monsters were peering at him.
Gradually, the flames died down, leaving only a pile of black ash. Then, the three figurines lifted their hands from the other figurines' shoulders and, moreover, the eyes that were merely outlined on the figurines lit up with a disturbing red glow.
The next second, the three figurines, hand in hand, slowly bowed to Wu Chuchu.
