Zhang Qingyu fell silent, standing there staring straight at me with a gaze filled with confusion and unease.
"Just last night during my meditation, I saw another scene where I witnessed the process of making that doll. Do you know what that doll is made of? I can tell you, that doll is made from the skin of a living person! And the stuffing inside? It's made from that person's hair and flesh!"
"No... how could it be like this? So the stuff inside is hair and flesh—I thought it was just some animal fur and rocks." After hearing my words, Zhang Qingyu grew fearful. I saw a sweat droplet the size of a bean slide down his face, dropping to the ground and then quickly being absorbed by the soil.
