Here is the translation:
"This—"
Miao Fa Daoist saw this, his expression changed instantly. While hurriedly taking out medicinal powder from his bosom and sprinkling it onto Hong Yuan Daoist's wound, he frowned and asked, "Was this Qizhenzi's doing?!"
Before Hong Yuan Daoist could respond.
Chen Jichuan raised an eyebrow and spoke first, "So Hong Yuan Daoist also encountered that puppet ghost's assassination attempt!"
"Hmm?"
Hong Yuan Daoist and Miao Fa Daoist turned their heads simultaneously to look at Chen Jichuan.
"You two may not know, but three days ago—"
Chen Jichuan, feeling heavy-hearted, took out some pieces of the wooden puppet he had shattered three nights ago. These pieces were all made from thousand-year jujube wood, incredibly sturdy, and ideal for nurturing souls and ghostly spirits.
Perfect for empowering spells and driving harm.
Chen Jichuan displayed the jujube wood fragments.
And recounted the events of that night.
"Indeed."
"It was that ghost."
