Black Pot always felt something was a bit off. After thinking for a moment, it finally dawned on him: I don't have a tail!
Chen Shi looked around, thinking, Where did the boat girl go?
With a cleaning rag draped over his shoulder and a bucket in hand, he searched all over, but never managed to find the little imp the boat girl had possessed.
The Young Master's Primordial Palace spanned dozens of miles around, a massive place with carved beams and painted pillars, packed everywhere with busy little imps chattering away in squeaky voices.
Some little imps climbed trees to prune the branches, but because they sat in front while sawing from behind, they usually plummeted straight to the ground along with the branches.
Others were turning soil and applying fertilizer, digging holes, dragging good companions over to bury them in the dirt, and giving their heads a couple of pats with a shovel before walking away unconcerned.
A few little imps, catching sight of nobody around, casually tossed companions they disliked into the fish pond to feed the fish dragons.
Guests came to visit, instructing them to tend to their mounts, and immediately some little imps colluded with others to feed their companions to the visitors' mounts.
The Primordial Palace was a chaotic mess, with accidents happening to little imps everywhere, though fortunately nobody cared if these little things died—they only needed to go outside the palace to recruit a fresh batch of little imps to fill the vacancies.
Chen Shi searched for quite a while, yet failed to find the little imp the boat girl possessed, feeling a measure of unease.
The spell of possession was created by Granny Sha, carrying on her consistent style of 'as long as it works, it's fine.'
He thought to himself,