I, Shen Le, Am Becoming an Undertaker?!

"Can you change back?"

"Can you turn back?"

"Can one of you change back and show me?"

Shen Le circled the two tigers again and again, doing his best to communicate with them.

His methods included, but were not limited to, speaking directly to them, extending his spiritual power in an attempt to forge a connection, placing his hands on them, and channeling a warm current into the clay sculptures.

The surging warm current washed in every direction, flowing from the tips of the tigers' whiskers all the way to the black-and-yellow fur at the ends of their tails.

Shen Le exerted himself for quite a while, pouring out the warm current. The clay sculptures seemed to absorb it smoothly, almost greedily devouring the power he gave them—

But they only swallowed and never gave anything back, offering no response whatsoever. Whether the warm current was enough, whether they needed more, whether its nature needed to be altered—

In any case, there was not the slightest bit of information.

As for how they should be repaired next—whether they should be fixed before transforming, or transform before being fixed—the pair of male and female tigers simply ignored him.

Shen Le had no way to deal with them. After some thought, he took out two boxes specifically and sorted the clay fragments that had fallen from the Mother Tiger's body, carefully storing them away.

Then, earnestly and one by one, he began restoring the clay sculptures. Cracks were filled, missing parts were repaired, and faded colors were repainted. Right—more than half of these clay sculptures were animals, all sorts of animals. The more Shen Le repaired, the less confident he became:

This sheep was missing a horn. What should sheep horns look like? Straight or curved? Or spiral? How long should they