Senior sister, I'm going to control you.

Han Li's cave dwelling stone chamber.

The broken upper body of the puppet lay horizontally on the stone platform.

Elder Chen's soul slowly writhed within the core, the dark red light flickering intermittently.

Han Li stood in front of the puppet, her withered fingers gripping a carving knife, the tip of which was pressed against the puppet's heart.

She didn't make the cut immediately, but stared at the indistinct face for a long time.

Then he leaned down, his lips almost touching the puppet's forehead, and whispered, "Sheng'er, just bear with it a little longer, it'll be over soon."

Done.

"Carve the lower limbs and hips." She handed Li Tianran a carving knife.

"Zhao Ling, you are in charge of refining the auxiliary materials. You have five days to complete the process. Success is the only option."

If you two can't finish, you'll stay here as supporting ingredients.

This time.

Han Li's tone carried an unquestionable command.

"Yes, Master."

Both of them respectfully agreed.

Li Tianran took the carving knife and squatted down next to the puppet's lower limbs, while Zhao Ling walked to the side.

He pierced the membrane with the tip of the knife, and dark red lines spread outwards along the blade.

In less than half an hour.

His fingers were red from being rubbed by the knife handle, and a layer of fine blood blisters appeared on his fingertips.

The blood oath cinnabar was corrosive; it burned painfully when it touched the wound, but he remained silent.

Meanwhile, Zhao Ling placed the auxiliary materials one by one into the quenching pool, and the solution was heated to boiling by spiritual energy.

Each time she threw something in, a puff of white smoke rose up, her face turning pale from the heat, but her hands never slowed down.

At times like these, no one dares to be distracted.

The primary objective is to keep Han Laomo in check and assist him in completing the creation of the puppet.

There is no day or night in the stone chamber.

Only Han Laomo's knife tip was carving the rhythm on the core, one stroke after another.

After carving the lower limbs from the front, Li Tianran carved the back, and after carving the waist and hips, he carved the side ribs.

The blisters on his fingers kept breaking and scabbing over, only to break again.

His spiritual energy couldn't be replenished.

Without turning his head, Old Demon Han tossed him a Spirit-Replenishing Pill, which he caught and swallowed, continuing to carve.

His hands were fast and steady as he carved the core, but his mouth never stopped, talking to the puppet.

With each cut, he would mutter a phrase in a low voice.

It sounded like a child being put to sleep, but also like a complaint.

The blade paused when it reached the fragment of Elder Chen's soul, as the soul struggled violently within its core.

Han Li bent down, her withered hand pressing against the puppet's chest, her voice extremely soft: "Giving birth doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, your mother is here. Your father is gone, but your mother is still here."

Is your father not here?

Upon hearing this, Li Tianran's lips twitched.

He strongly suspected that Han Sheng's father's soul had been burned as firewood by Han Laomo.

Li Tianran pretended not to hear.

With his head down, he continued to carve a new line on the skin with the tip of his knife, neither too deep nor too shallow, just right.

"Natural. The Blood Pact Cinnabar is almost used up. Go to the cabinet and get a new box."

At dawn on the third day, Old Devil Han gave the order without turning around.

I heard her affectionately call me "Natural".

Li Tianran felt a chill run down his spine.

He immediately put down his carving knife, walked to the stone cabinet in the corner of the stone chamber, and opened the drawer.

Several boxes of Blood Pact Cinnabar were neatly stacked inside, each with a label.

I grabbed a new box at random, and as I closed the drawer, my gaze swept over an old Taoist robe hanging next to the cabinet. It was very small, like something a teenager would wear.

The collar was worn white, and the cuffs were embroidered with a crooked "生" (life) character.

He pretended not to see it, placed the cinnabar next to Han Laomo's hand, and squatted down again to continue carving the patterns.

Han Laomo picked up the new cinnabar and continued carving the core pattern, muttering to himself again, this time "give birth to a son".

Half a day later.

When Li Tianran was carving at the waist and hip area, the tip of his knife accidentally touched the edge of the core.

A very thin slit briefly opened beneath the blade before closing again.

That's the gap left when the soul was embedded!

Han Laomo hadn't even had time to fill in the blood pact patterns yet!

Li Tianran continued carving, keeping this discovery to himself.

On the third day, after carving a section of the core pattern, Han Laomo stopped carving, and his old injury on his left arm relapsed.

When Han Laomo put down the carving knife, his fingers trembled slightly, and the tip of the knife struck the stone platform with a crisp sound.

Han Laomo glanced down at his left hand, said nothing, and stood up to walk out.

"I'll go get the ingredients. You all stay put."

The footsteps disappeared into the stone path.

Li Tianran listened to the footsteps fading into the distance until they were completely gone before putting down the carving knife.

He narrowed his eyes and, without saying a word, took out the transparent array talisman from his pocket.

He had just raised his hand, preparing to press it into the core.

Han Laomo's voice suddenly came from outside the stone chamber.

She didn't go far, standing at the doorway, her voice very soft, as if she were talking to herself.

"...Are you blaming your mother for not refining you sooner? Blaming your mother for being slow? You couldn't wait any longer, so could your mother?"

Swish!

Li Tianran immediately put the array talisman back into his pocket and returned to his original position to continue carving the patterns.

A moment later, Old Man Han pushed the door open and came back.

She held several dark red crystals in her hand, her eyes slightly reddened.

He placed the crystal on the stone platform, picked up the carving knife, and continued carving the core pattern. Before the knife tip fell, he leaned down and whispered something into the puppet's ear, but his voice was too low to be heard.

Li Tianran had already gotten used to Han Laomo's abnormality.

As he split into two, he looked up and glanced to the side.

They found Zhao Ling hiding by the pool, covered in sweat, her shapely and toned figure clearly visible.

When Li Tianran looked over,

She paused for a moment with the copper pliers in her hand, and glanced at him sideways.

That look in his eyes was a clear message: "Keep your eyes to yourself, don't look around."

He understood.

Damn, he's got quite a temper.

……

Early morning of the fifth day.

After Han Laomo finished carving a section of the core pattern, his old injury on his left arm flared up again, and his entire forearm was shaking when he put down the carving knife.

She looked down at her trembling hands and suddenly chuckled softly and briefly.

"Almost there, almost there! Don't stop the pattern, I'll go get the last batch of materials."

After a while.

The stone door closed behind her, and the footsteps grew fainter and fainter until they disappeared.

As Li Tianran listened to the footsteps completely disappear at the end of the stone path, he put down his carving knife and took out an array talisman from his pocket.

At this moment, the gaps at the core edge are slowly closing, but they are not completely closed yet.

With lightning speed, he quickly affixed the array symbol.

The transparent film automatically fuses with the core surface the instant it comes into contact with it, without any fluctuation of spiritual energy or any sound.

Finished pasting.

As soon as I removed my hand from the core, a very subtle spiritual energy fluctuation suddenly emanated from the depths of the core.

Elder Chen's soul was fluctuating, very lightly!

Hmm? Li Tianran felt nervous.

He looked down and saw that the blood-stained cinnabar remaining on the carving knife on Han Lao's magic stone platform flashed for a moment at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Oops!

There's something unusual going on, but I don't know if it will be noticed.

If she gets caught, Han the Demoness will definitely go crazy!

He quickly returned to his original position and continued carving the patterns.

A few breaths later!

The sound of Han Laomo's footsteps echoed through the stone path; it wasn't walking, it was running!

Boom!

The stone gate was pushed open with a single palm strike.

Han Laomo rushed in, his left arm hanging trembling at his side, and his right hand pressed directly onto the puppet's core.

She looked tense, with a hint of anxiety in her eyes.

Her divine sense swept across every line on the core's surface and every fluctuation in Elder Chen's soul.

Scanning every corner of the core that could be explored.

Damn!

Li Tianran's heart pounded, and his muscles tensed.

He had already prepared a teleportation talisman, so that he could immediately activate it to escape if there were any unusual movements!