"Ah..."
Mr. Wang looked somewhat bewildered at the Deceit Buddha on the altar before him, two lines of cloudy tears streaming from its eyes. In that moment, he felt as though some connection between his heart and the Deceit Buddha had been severed, and it truly seemed as if this entity was genuinely dead.
"Is it dead?"
He actually had some affection for this Deceit Buddha, after all, they had been together for so many years, and he'd even enshrined it on the main altar. He didn't expect it would just leave like this, without even a proper goodbye.
However...
Mr. Wang hadn't been saddened for long before suddenly looking rather peculiar: "So, you mean if the Buddha Beads on the Deceit Buddha's wrist were lit, I would be dead? If it weren't for these Evil Woods suppressing it, the grass on my grave might already be three feet tall?"
"That's right."
Liu Zide sighed: "Whether it's a blessing for fools or fortunate timing, in any case... congratulations on surviving."
