Qian Wuliang took a closer look. Wasn't this the little boy who had just arrived and gestured "shh" at Wei Wu?
Thin and frail, clearly malnourished, with terror and fear in his eyes, he was being held by one leg in Wei Wu's grip, hanging upside down in midair like a monkey as he struggled without stop.
"What are you trying to do?" Qian Wuliang's expression turned strange.
"Nothing, just having a little fun. You two talk. I'm heading back first." Wei Wu waved his hand, then carried the little boy and plunged headfirst into his tent. He did not emerge again until nightfall.
Back on Qin He's side, the Purple Gold Furnace gradually fell silent.
At first, a sound or two would ring out from time to time. Later, the sounds grew weaker and weaker, with longer and longer intervals between them.
After an entire day had passed, no more sounds were heard at last.
"Master, that Demonic Eyes should have been cremated by now, right?" Ma Fei, who was guarding the furnace, asked.
"Maybe not." Qin He lay on the bedding with one leg crossed over the other and shook his head at the question.
Qin He had no idea what Demonic Eyes was. If it was also a Supernatural Creature, then perhaps there would be a Shadow Play. Even if he could not glimpse its supernatural life story, he should at least receive some kind of reward, shouldn't he?
After all, it had been cremated.
But... nothing had arrived, which meant Demonic Eyes might not have been cremated after all.
"It can survive even this?" Ma Fei was stunned.
"Hard to say." Qin He was not entirely certain either. "Same rule as before: don't open the furnace until it has been cremated for seven times seven,