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46. The Dress-Up Game of the Ghost Doll

Elder Ren helped me change the glutinous rice seven or eight times before the color of my arm returned to normal.

Master, seeing me in so much pain that I was gritting my teeth and grimacing, said with some discomfort:

"That must hurt a lot. Even if I get eaten now, I won't die. Have you forgotten what I am..."

I didn't say anything. In that urgent situation, who would remember that Master is made of dough?

Besides, no one can guarantee that a dough-ball wouldn't die if it got eaten. What if it did die!

"Let's not talk about that, it was an urgent moment."

I gestured towards the little girl who had been standing in the corner all along, and only then did Master and his people notice her.

"You... What do we do with you now?"

The little girl, looking pitiful, pointed outside and said softly: