Shen Le laid out the facts and reasoned with them, trying his best to persuade them. He tried every trick he had, yet still failed to get the little ones to agree to do the work. Left with no choice, he rolled up his sleeves, picked up the model, and headed for the ancient residence:
As expected, a model made from natural materials was better at accommodating anomalous auras than those 3D-printed things.
Shen Le circled the residence, smoothly dealing with every room in the first and second courtyards before heading straight for the old well. Grab a handful, grab a handful, grab a handful...
By the third handful of aura, a faint blush of crimson rippled through the old well in the model. Shen Le hissed and stopped moving:
Could this model withstand it?
I've only taken the aura from three bricks, and there's already blood in here. If I matched every brick with the model and pulled them all in, wouldn't the old well in the model really collapse?
He tried setting down the Brush Pot and summoned two trousseau-bearing Mud Figurines. One circled the courtyard, found a mallet in the corner, and raised it with both hands;
the other removed the pole used to carry the trousseau from its shoulder and drew out a wooden bar. Shen Le reached out and pressed down on the mouth of the old well in the model, feeding in a faint stream of heat before pointing ahead:
Smash it!
The Mud Figurine holding the mallet swung it up and struck the bricks around the well mouth. With a dull thud, the brick did not move at all; only the heat flow on the model diminished by a trace.
Under Shen Le's command, the other Mud Figurine carrying the wooden bar circled