The puppet-making workshop appeared not to be responsible for producing puppet parts, but rather for sorting and categorizing them.
Globular joints attached to impeccably smooth legs of varying sizes, doll heads each encased in a plastic bag...
Yet this side of brutality, akin to a slaughterhouse, failed to provoke even the slightest thought in Beichuan Si.
With a sledgehammer in hand, he mercilessly smashed a doll that suddenly leaped at him from behind into pieces.
The motion was violently savage.
Without another word, he set fire and scattered a handful of deathly flame at the dolls hanging from the ceiling.
In an instant, a chorus of wails and howls filled the air.
Some of the vengeful spirits, hiding in corners trying to escape the workshop, were also caught by him, their heads all shattered.
Beichuan Si didn't care about the spirits that ran to the next room but coldly muttered,
"Right, run, I want to see where you can go."
You're all going down here today.
