Bai Jin hurriedly ran into the Bird's Nest, directly into a room, and then plop—silver paste erupted, a torrent burst forth, descending straight down three thousand feet; there was no paper in the toilet, and a faintly peculiar fragrance wafted out.
Moments later, Bai Jin walked out of the room, he had not taken two steps when gurgle—a noise came out again.
Bai Jin's face changed instantly, he immediately clutched his stomach and turned around to run back into the room; plop—the sound of something loose and watery came out.
Moments later, Bai Jin staggered out from the room, his face somewhat pale and covered in cold sweat, feeling terribly uncomfortable.
No sooner had he stepped out of the room than gurgle—a sound came out once more, and Bai Jin cried out in disbelief and grief: "Not again~" Turning around, he ran back into the room again.
One day, two days, three days passed; in the mortal world, three years had already gone by.
