This counted as water torture, didn't it?!
Zhao Bai listened to the surging water inside, like a roaring river, mixed with screams. He wanted to stop it, but he was afraid the girls would throw him out.
Theresa was truly too miserable.
Tears welled in his eyes.
"Judas, please state your opinion."
While Theresa was bathing, Zhao Bai was conversing with the cross.
Calling it a conversation was not quite accurate. He was merely judging the strength of its suppressive power through faint fluctuations. For example, during this period of bathing, the power it drew upon was greater, as though Theresa were facing some deadly threat in the bathroom. Her Stigmata was steadily and continuously going berserk, and only stronger suppression could keep the shivering Theresa in the bathroom from losing her mind.
Zhao Bai was observing these fluctuations.
Theresa's situation was troublesome, but not truly difficult. All it took was making a dish. The important part was "harmonization"—using the growth power of Black Abyss White Flower and the suppressive power of Judas in the right proportions to save Theresa without breaking down her Stigmata.
Harmonizing growth.
What a profound subject.
It was similar to the people Zhao Bai had saved before, but this time it was Theresa, and it also involved something as strange as a Stigmata. There were more things to consider.
He did not dare let his guard down.
Judas's suppressive power gradually weakened. It seemed Theresa had adapted to the high-pressure water cannon and was even enjoying the process.
The sound of water stopped at that moment.
Bronya, clad in a raincoat, floated out. She casually grabbed one of Zhao Bai's T-shirts and shut the door again. A sound like an airplane taking off roared from the bathroom—it was probably a high-powered hair dryer. In just