Chapter 45

As Chen Mo squatted by the altar munching on a piece of Latiao, a Husky was performing a ritual dance with three sticks of incense held in its tail. The talisman paper wet with Danwa's urine suddenly burst into spontaneous combustion, forming the Chinese character for "downtime" in mid-air, while the sacrificial sword in Li Wuhen's hand snapped into two pieces with a crisp crack—this was already the seventh sword scrapped today. Li Wuhen's fingertips twitched over the altar's engravings. Every sword mark had to be exactly three inches apart, every Spirit Stone had to have its edges perfectly aligned, and even the fuzz on the tribute Flat Peaches had to be combed in the exact same direction. The tip of Chen Mo's broom just barely nudged a sacrificial candle crooked, and Law Enforcement Elder's Sword Qi had already shaved off three strands of his bangs. "Senior Brother Li, your shoelaces aren't symmetrical," Nangong Lie reminded him drunkenly. The moment Li Wuhen lowered his head, Danwa scrambled up onto the offering table and rearranged the spirit fruits, which had been set up in the Big Dipper formation, into the shape of a puppy. When the Law Enforcement Elder lifted his head, the shockwaves of his widened-eyed terror sheared seventeen parallel trenches into the altar's floor tiles.