Less than half a day had passed, but the shantytown was just as it was before. Thanks to the previous incident, no one had yet dared to approach the area where it happened, leaving a large section deserted.
Chen Chuan had Old Qi wait outside while he entered alone, making his way to the backyard where the paranormal event was contained. The mannequin was still there, silently holding Xiaoman.
The ritual pattern previously drawn on the wall had already faded slightly. The Ritual Materials Old Qi had found were decent enough; it seemed he hadn't been ripped off. By the looks of it, the ritual could hold for a few more days even if left unattended.
He returned to the front room, found a tin can, and scraped Lang Teng's and Bo Chen's hair and blood into it. After burning the contents, he mixed the ashes with the last of the materials and used it to expand the ritual pattern.
