The ink remains wet. Have these seven days never passed? Or did another soul leave a fresh talisman? Or perhap…
The ink remains wet. Have these seven days never passed? Or did another soul leave a fresh talisman? Or perhaps, throughout these seven days, Bao Laozhuan has been trapped in a loop of "hiding the talisman, moving bricks, and forgetting"? The answer may well be an endless circle.