Little Bone cradled the Bone Phone 1 and said, "We can make a decision now—choose the painting and take it directly, or choose the candlestick and light it."
"Choose the candlestick," Wu Xiaode said.
Xiao Baihong rubbed his hands with a smile. "I also don't like choosing the first option; after all, lawsuits are too troublesome. It's more to my taste to get straight down to business."
He floated over lightly, placed the Token on the table, then picked up the candlestick and brought it to Wu Xiaode.
Wu Xiaode accepted the candlestick and suddenly glanced at the Book of the Dead.
He saw that the Book of the Dead had flipped to the page of the Sighing Wall.
Endless darkness rolled across the wall, like a boiling tide.
"We need to hurry!"
Wu Xiaode shouted low, stretching out his hand to light the dark flame on the candle.
Light.
Illuminated the surroundings.
The short stub of wax on the candlestick made a "crackling" noise.
An illusory figure appeared from the candle.
