Both of them braced themselves, waiting to hear what orders Che Quan would give.
Yet when they heard his next words, they both froze for a moment.
"Carry these things downstairs and use them to smash that fountain sculpture. Remember, hit it hard."
"..."
Neither of them had expected a request like that.
Their expressions grew complicated.
Still, being people of action, they took only a second or two to scoop up the "Serpent Idols" on the floor as quickly as possible and rush downstairs.
The "Serpent Idols" in their arms felt like hot potatoes. Neither dared hold them for long, and once they raced down the stairs, they headed straight for the fountain.
Ju Lei's gaze inadvertently met the sculpture in the middle of the fountain, nearly scaring his soul out of his body.
The sculpture in the fountain just ahead of them had turned at some point. It should have been facing the camp's main gate, but now it faced directly toward them.
The sculpture's eyes, which had looked painted red at first glance but now seemed to be seeping blood, appeared to stare straight at them. It was especially terrifying.
Both paused for a moment.
But then they squeezed their eyes shut, grabbed the iron-hard "Serpent Idols" from their arms, and hurled them at the sculpture with resounding crashes.
Serpent Sculpture: "..."
Perhaps because they shared the same origin, smashing the sculpture with the "Serpent Idols" proved surprisingly effective.
Not only did the hard "Serpent Idols" shatter on impact, but the Serpent Sculpture's terrifying stare also seemed to weaken.
They weren't sure whether they were imagining it, but a faint trace of pain and resentment toward them seemed to show in the sculpture's eyes.
Yet with every Serpent Idol they smashed, and every bit of damage the