Deng Fucai supported his wife's arm, and both of them stared at the small clay figurine in Qin Liuxi's hand, so shocked that their faces turned pale.
"What is this thing? How can such a thing exist?" The couple almost clung together, swallowing saliva frantically.
It really wasn't until they saw it that they became frightened; the palm-sized clay figurine was dressed in a red bellyband, bald, with all facial features intact, but what was eerie were its eyes, which were dotted with vermillion, and the corners of its mouth were tilted up, making it look particularly sinister.
To them, such a clay figurine, even though they were ordinary mortals, seemed to be an evil object.
But in the eyes of Qin Liuxi, this clay figurine carried a malevolent force. Her eyes narrowed, and as she was about to act, a wail of resentful aura burst out from the clay figurine, shrieking and rushing directly towards Teng Zhao standing beside Qin Liuxi.
