Junior Brothers and Sisters, Help Me Out! There's a Feast!

The hair said nothing. The clothes said nothing. The jewelry said nothing either.

Obviously, without being sorted and restored, their spiritual indices were still too low. And scattered among several Storage Boxes, with the distance between them stretched out, they were even less inclined to speak.

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As for the Buddhist Shrine, if its spirituality were strong enough for it to have thoughts, its current feelings could probably be summed up by Lan Zhuang's words:

"My insides have all been hollowed out. Did I cry?"

It was probably about to cry...

If he wanted to keep it from crying, he would have to restore all its contents and put them back exactly as they had been.

However, when Shen Le thought of that huge, huge pile of silks and satins, he truly did not want to "woof" again anytime soon.

With a sigh, he called the junior martial brothers and sisters from next door. Two people carried each Storage Box, transporting all the hair, clothing, and jewelry next door and placing them into the ethylene oxide fumigation chamber for sterilization.

"I'll leave them to you! Handle them carefully, don't damage anything! If you do—watch out for this hair wrapping around you in the middle of the night and strangling you to death!!!"

"Don't worry, Senior Martial Brother!"

The three junior martial brothers and one junior martial sister burst into laughter.

One of them specialized in bronze restoration, one in lacquerware restoration, one in porcelain restoration, and the other in miscellaneous artifact restoration.

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