My plan went smoothly, having extracted two of the writer’s souls. Perhaps we could finish the task tonight before it was too late, and I could have enough time to take Yin Xinyue out for supper. 

Of course, it was just a random thought. I didn’t dare be careless even for a moment. My eyes stayed fixed on the magic brush, waiting for the third soul to come out. 

Suddenly, someone hit the bathroom door from the inside. Li Mazi kicked the door, shouting, “Hey! Stay put. Behave yourself in there!” 

Someone started to sob inside the toilet. We heard a male voice crying and whining, “Let me out! I want to finish my work! I have to give my readers justice. I don’t want them to curse me as someone who leaves things unfinished!”

The Ksitigarbha Talisman had separated the soul from the power of the magic brush. That was...