"Pat, pat...."
As Ah Qing's exclamation burst out, the skull inside the tomb chamber seemed to be startled. From within the skull, black tendrils spurted forth like exploding spikes, as if the spirits of the dead had been unleashed.
The skull, in extreme panic, extended six black tentacles and, clumsily, jumped off the table, trying to escape using its tentacles.
But its visual ability might not be great either. Having landed on the ground, it took no more than two steps before crashing headfirst into a stone bathtub, almost toppling the tendrils inside.
"......."
Ansheng looked exasperated as he watched the skull dash wildly around the tomb chamber, crashing into the walls repeatedly.
After hitting the wall a dozen times, the skull seemed to have had enough; it flipped over completely, using the skull bowl to cover the black tendrils inside, completely giving up.
"Are you sure it was calling you? This thing is purely here to act cute, isn't it?"
