He glanced at the two of them sideways, his gaze as cold as frost in the dead of winter, roaming over them inch by inch, his eyes seemingly capable of freezing them.
Then, he spoke slowly, drawing out his words, his tone filled with arrogance and conceit.
It was as if he was imparting profound wisdom to two ignorant children: "Hmph, you officials who are confined to the four corners of the yamen all day long, living a life of luxury and tyranny."
How could I possibly understand the profound secrets involved? The immortals have already clearly and plainly shown me that only by using living people to create sculptures can life be extended.
If one uses clay to create a figure, it would be a desecration of heaven and this mysterious power. Without sincerity, everything would be in vain, and nothing would work.
Moreover, what I have done has absolutely nothing to do with those so-called 'Arhats'. It is purely your wild speculation and far-fetched connections as ordinary people.
"You corrupt official, don't you dare spout nonsense and make baseless accusations here without distinguishing right from wrong. Don't tarnish my life-or-death plan!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly turned fierce and beast-like, like a wolf that had been provoked and driven into a corner.
His eyes flashed with a venomous light, as if he wanted to devour the two people in front of him in an instant.
His facial muscles were contorted violently with rage, like a hideous mask ravaged by a raging storm.
His jaw clenched, making a grinding sound, as if he wanted to vent the hatred in his heart through the sound of grinding his teeth.
Then, he shouted at the top of his lungs, "If it weren't for you meddlesome, self-righteous guys interfering and ruining my great plan!"
I have now completed my mission, recovered completely, and am living a carefree and healthy life again.
It's all your fault! You are all malicious, vicious, and evil people who want to kill me!
You have destroyed my only hope of survival. You will suffer a terrible death, be punished by heaven, and endure the cruelest retribution in the world!
Upon hearing such absurd and nonsensical remarks, Ye Xingli and Lu Yunqi felt a surge of disgust and disdain that nearly overwhelmed them.
The two men couldn't help but chuckle simultaneously, their laughter filled with extreme contempt and disdain for the person before them.
They simply couldn't bring themselves to argue with this person, who had already gone mad and was completely deluded, about whether the so-called statue was actually an "Arhat."
Lu Yunqi's expression instantly turned cold, like the coldest frost in the dead of winter. His eyes were like two sharp, gleaming blades, piercing straight at the man.
It was as if they wanted to see through all the ugliness and hypocrisy hidden deep in his heart without any mercy.
He took a step forward, exuding an aura of unquestionable authority, his tone icy and chilling, as if every word was wrapped in shards of ice.
He said sternly, "For now, we'll just believe your utterly absurd and flawed nonsense."
Then tell me clearly and plainly, who exactly is this immortal you've mentioned so many times? And where is he now?
Upon hearing Lu Yunqi's stern question, the man slowly raised his head, which had been hanging low, and a look of panic flashed across his face.
After a fleeting moment, it was replaced by an almost morbid excitement. His eyes were wide open, and his pupils flashed with a frenzied light, like two burning will-o'-the-wisps.
Then, without warning, he tilted his head back and burst into a hysterical, maniacal laugh.
The laughter was as sharp as a blade slicing through glass, or like the mournful cry of an owl in a deathly graveyard.
The sound echoed wildly in the enclosed and cramped room, like surging waves crashing against the surrounding walls, making everyone's eardrums ache.
Even the air was filled with a chilling atmosphere.
He laughed as his body convulsed violently, his hands flailing wildly in the air as if trying to drive away invisible ghosts.
He kept muttering to himself, the indistinct voice seeming to come from the deep, dark abyss of hell.
With a chilling, eerie, and twisted excitement: "Immortals... Haha, how could you mortals possibly fathom the workings of immortals?"
She had accomplished her mission and returned to heaven. You corrupt officials who only know how to plunder the people's wealth and use any means to line your own pockets.
In the eyes of immortals, she is nothing more than a lowly ant, an insignificant being. You bunch of fools, you'll never find her, never! Hahahahahahahaha!
The laughter was like a series of raging storms, each one louder than the last, as if it wanted to drag the whole world into its mad vortex.
His body trembled uncontrollably with the laughter, and the muscles in his face contorted into a hideous and terrifying image.
Saliva was dripping from the corners of his mouth, and he seemed to have completely sunk into an inescapable state of madness, becoming a puppet controlled by madness.
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