The puppet was locked in a copper urn, and tried to break the lid again and again, but was bounced back again and again by the spell. Later, he really didn't have the strength anymore, so he held the needle and looked at the lid above his head. He thought that if he were still a human being, he would probably be crying in a hurry by this time.

But wood doesn't have tears.

The long needle was still glowing steadily, red, with some bewitching beauty—the essence he had extracted from the blood of a dozen people, enough to keep that person alive for another month. But now that he has been caught, he will probably be disposed of as a demon spirit as soon as dawn, and this life-prolonging "medicine" will not be delivered to that person's hands, and they will not have much time left.

But the puppet does not regret it, at least

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