He couldn't exactly take Honey Shadow outside like this. Li Xian had no choice but to crouch down again and reach out with both hands, trying to lift the blob off the top of his foot.
But the milk-tea-colored Honey Shadow had an exceptionally slippery surface, and its almost liquid consistency made it impossible to get a grip. The slightest pressure sent it slipping through his fingers.
Seeing this, Li Xian could only try another approach-if moving it himself didn't work, perhaps he could get it to leave on its own?
He had Ji Xie fetch a palm-sized jar from the kitchen. After unscrewing the lid, he pointed the opening at Honey Shadow and beckoned with his other hand.
How should I call it over?
After agonizing for a moment, Li Xian chose the most common method:
"Pspsps?"
After he made a few coaxing noises as if calling a dog, the thing on his foot actually reacted. It wriggled, straightened up a little, and "looked" toward his beckoning hand.
Li Xian immediately shook the jar in his hand, continuing to call to it as he did his best to convey, through the most basic body language, that he wanted Honey Shadow to move inside.
But Honey Shadow only responded a little at first. Soon, it ignored Li Xian's continued calls and slumped back down, motionless.
That left Li Xian in a bind. With time running short, he couldn't keep wasting it here, so he gave Ji Xie a pleading look, hoping he could try forcing Honey Shadow into the jar.
Getting the signal, Ji Xie rolled his wrist and immediately reached for the target. The moment his fingers applied pressure, Honey Shadow wriggled and began slipping free. But instead of tightening his grip, Ji Xie let go, his expression somewhat