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Chapter 516 Shaping Process

Seeing that Guai Guai was lying there quietly, Ling Jiu felt a little relieved. He quickly stepped forward and swiftly and precisely wrapped the restraints around Guai Guai's body, ensuring that it was firmly secured to the simple bed.

Immediately afterwards, Lingjiu picked up something that looked like a bite stopper and quickly put it on Guaiguai's head.

This anti-bite device has clearly been specially modified. It pries open the child's mouth, preventing it from closing and keeping it in an open state. The child can't even swallow saliva, which just flows down the corner of its mouth.

After completing these tasks, Lingjiu put on a pair of peculiar gloves that looked like they were made of crocodile skin, with a smooth and tough surface.

Then, he gently lifted the stainless steel basin containing the clay sculpture of the soul, but the veins on his arms bulged, clearly indicating that it was very difficult for him.

However, the moment Lingjiu's hand touched the basin, something unexpected happened.

With a "sizzle" sound, a thin layer of ice suddenly appeared on the gloves, as if they had been frozen instantly.

The thin layer of ice spread rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, it enveloped the entire stainless steel basin, forming a crystal-clear ice shell.

Not only that, even the clay sculptures in the basin were affected.

Wisps of mist drifted out from the clay sculpture, caused by the condensation of water vapor due to the extreme cold.

The fog permeated the air, adding an eerie atmosphere to the entire scene.

At this moment, everyone held their breath, watching Lingjiu's every move with bated breath, afraid of missing any detail.

He carefully carried the basin and slowly walked to where the little boy was.

Every step was taken with utmost care, as if the slightest mistake would shatter the fragile balance in the bowl.

Finally, he stopped in front of Guai Guai, and then very slowly tilted the basin so that the opening of the basin was aligned with Guai Guai's mouth.

This action requires immense patience and skill, as he must ensure that the clay spirit falls precisely into the little creature's mouth without the slightest deviation.

Then, as if sensing a powerful attraction, the clay spirit began to slide rapidly down the slope of the basin.

It was like a nimble little snake, quickly and accurately darting into the little one's mouth.

At first, Guai Guai didn't have any obvious reaction and seemed unaware that anything was wrong.

"Waaaaah!! Waaaaah—"

However, once the clay spirit was completely and entirely inside its mouth, it suddenly seemed to be struck by an unbearable pain and began to emit mournful whimpers.

"This……"

Upon seeing this, He Tao's heart tightened, and she subconsciously took a step forward, wanting to see what was wrong with Guai Guai.

"No, that won't work."

Just then, Lingyan appeared beside her like a ghost, reaching out a hand to block her.

"If you interrupt this process, all your previous efforts will be wasted."

His voice was calm yet firm, but he resolutely stopped He Tao.

"Okay, okay."

He Tao's voice revealed a hint of helplessness. She slowly stopped walking, seemingly wanting to continue forward, but in the end she listened to Ling Yan's words.

Nevertheless, her fists remained clenched tightly, revealing her inner tension and worry.

Lingjiu stood aside, watching Guaiguai. When he saw the clay sculpture soul completely enter Guaiguai's body, he did not relax at all.

He quickly reached out his still-chilling hand and covered Guai Guai's mouth without hesitation, preventing it from spitting out its soul.

"Waaaaah—waaaah—"

Guai Guai was clearly frightened and uncomfortable by this sudden action. It struggled desperately, trying to break free from Ling Jiu's restraints and spit out what had entered its body.

However, no matter how hard it tried, it was always stopped by the powerful hand of the spirit dove.

Time passed second by second, and the little creature's struggles became more and more intense, its body trembling slightly from the excessive effort.

Just then, a strange phenomenon occurred—it could be clearly seen that something bulged in Guai Guai's chest and then moved downwards as quickly as lightning.

After entering the abdominal cavity, the thing did not stop its movements, but instead darted around inside the obedient body, as if searching for an exit.

It rampaged through Guai Guai's body, causing Guai Guai's body to twitch and writhe incessantly.

This situation lasted for nearly ten minutes before Guai Guai's body gradually calmed down.

The thing seemed to have finally found a suitable spot, or perhaps it had exhausted its strength, and stopped running around wildly as before.

Seeing this, Lingjiu slowly released her hand from Guaiguai's mouth, allowing the clay spirit to emerge smoothly from Guaiguai's body.

The moment Lingjiu let go, the clay sculpture seemed to suddenly sense that there was finally an exit. It moved quickly, like a nimble snake, winding its way up Guaiguai's throat.

All of this happened so fast that He Tao didn't even have time to react.

In the blink of an eye, the clay sculpture was already at Guai Guai's lips, as if guided by some mysterious force.

At this moment, the clay sculpture's soul, like a pool of white slime, slowly flowed out from the obediently open mouth.

Its form is like that of a liquid, without a fixed shape, yet it seems to possess some kind of inherent order.

After the clay sculpture's spirit completely separated from Guai Guai's body, a shocking scene unfolded—Guai Guai's vital signs vanished without a trace in an instant, leaving not even a trace of breath behind.

Immediately afterwards, Guai Guai's body began to emit waves of cold air, as if all the heat in its body had been sucked away in an instant.

This bizarre scene terrified He Tao. She stared wide-eyed at everything before her, her face filled with disbelief.

"Is this...is it finished? Is it...is it alright?"

Her voice trembled as she cautiously asked Lingjiu.

Lingjiu, however, remained remarkably calm. He watched all this with a blank expression, then slowly pulled a cloth bag from his robes and placed the white clay sculpture of a soul inside.

"Okay, we can start once the shaping here is complete."

After doing all this, he turned to look at He Tao and casually replied.

Upon hearing Lingjiu's words, everyone's gazes invariably turned to the cloth bag that Lingjiu had placed on the mat to the side.

This cloth bag looks ordinary and unremarkable, but at this moment it has become the focus of everyone's attention.

Because inside the bag was the violently fluctuating soul of the clay sculpture.

The clay spirit seemed to sense the gaze of the crowd and became increasingly restless inside the cloth bag.

It kept hitting the inner wall of the bag, trying to break free and regain its freedom.

……