Ruchen giggled strangely, asking and answering himself as if he were talking to the mud doll. "Little Nini, tell me, what's happening up ahead?"
"Oh?" Ruchen cupped a hand to his ear, his eyes wide. "What? You say there's the smell of death up ahead? Someone's been burned to death? A really, really foul stench of death?"
SPLAT.
The dancing mud doll dissolved back into a lump of clay. Ruchen got up, and the moment he turned his head, the playful smile vanished from his face without a trace. "It seems someone was burned to death up ahead? Huh?" Ruchen said in alarm. After his initial shock, he scratched his head in confusion. 'How did I know that?'
"That's enough." Zheng Xiu patted Ruchen's shoulder and said calmly, "Don't forget what I said before. We need to keep a low profile. Don't go recklessly using your Miracle Techniques." Zheng Xiu planted his foot on the clay remains of Ruchen's doll, emphasizing once more, "Low profile. We can't attract any attention."
