A thin and soft tentacle stretched out from the crack of the door, bypassing Zheng Qing, and hovered less than a foot away from Zhang Ji Xin, wriggling slowly. A gold bean was stuck to the tentacle.
If it weren't for that gold bean, the already-raised palm of Zhang Ji Xin would undoubtedly have crushed the wriggling tentacle into pulp.
"The gold is returned to you," said the blurred face behind the door, its murky voice reverberating, "Leave here, leave this house, leave this mountain... The gold is returned to you."
Zheng Qing turned his head and looked at Zhang Ji Xin with some astonishment.
Not surprisingly, the red-faced male wizard looked even more baffled than he did.
Xiao Xiao abandoned the pile of smoking mystical grain leaves and walked over to the tentacle, carefully inspecting the gold bean stuck on it. After a while, he turned around and asked Zhang Ji Xin, "Is this the gold bean you left behind when you exited the house earlier?"
