As the Talisman Rune was drawn, the human skin shrunk smaller and smaller, gradually turning into a drumhead.
Su He: "..."
Even as a corpse avatar, how could Baiyin bear to lay her hands on something that bears his face?
In this segmented period of time, Su He was like a phantom, unseen by others. Baiyin did not spot him here. While drawing the drumhead, she was muttering words to herself.
"Poke your eyeballs, poke your lungs! One year, two years, eighty thousand years! Not visiting me in eighty thousand years, I'll use your avatar to practice, and when you come, I'll personally slice open your skin!"
As she spoke, she flicked her hand, and a Small sword for cutting meat got nailed to a pillar. It trembled with a buzzing sound.
The small knife hadn't fully taken shape yet; it only had a blade, with the handle not yet solidified, and there was still a hint of white intention at its unfinished part.
