"Plop...."
"Plop....."
Seeing the bizarre item that feeds on blood, Master Fuli emitted an undisguised malice, directly aimed at the clay box. The creature hidden in the clay box could also keenly sense an extremely powerful being outside the door, wanting to kill it.
Terrified, the clay box immediately began to flee, but it was currently located in a basement. The only exit was guarded by Master Fuli at the staircase, and a skylight leading directly to the first floor roof; the rest were high walls.
The clay box crashed into a corner, bounced back, rolled on the ground like a die, spun, and then crashed heavily into another wall, tumbling a few more times.
The more it failed to escape, the more desperate the clay box became, increasing its speed and strength with each "bang bang bang" against the wall.
"Better to put it back for now, let's conclude after interrogating that group of dark cultivators! It is, after all, an antique."
