Flesh and blood slowly replaced the paper.
Before long, Xia Xin saw the paper man lying on the desk had become a real, living person.
And that person was none other than Fu’er.
The face was identical to Fu’er’s.
With a flick of his writing brush, Jiangli conjured Fu’er’s hair too.
At that moment, Fu’er opened his eyes and his eyeballs moved around.
Jiangli took two steps back and said, "Stand up and take a look."
Fu’er flipped off the table, jumped to the floor, shook his hands, and kicked his legs; his eyes sparkled with vitality, and he touched his head and face, overjoyed.
"I, I have a body! Ancestor, I feel like I’m alive again!"
Seeing this, Xia Xin’s eyes also widened.
He too felt that what was before him seemed to be a real living person.
If he did not know that Fu’er had been dead for several hundred years, he would have thought that Fu’er had just woken up from a sleep.
But Jiangli unceremoniously doused him with cold water, "Alive my ass, touch your own heart."
Upon hearing this, Fu’er instinctively raised his hand to his chest.
It was hollow and truly without a heartbeat.
But when he placed his palm on his skin, he did feel that he had a body temperature.
Fu’er couldn’t help but look at Jiangli in amazement.
Jiangli knew what he wanted to ask and explained, "I added a talisman on your chest to simulate a human’s body temperature, so it won’t be easy for others to see through you. I’ve also added a Blinding Technique at the back of your head; even if fellow Xuanmen seekers came, they would not be able to discern your true form. However, a paper man is still a paper man; there are bound to be flaws that are inevitable. Your heartbeat is the only flaw. When you’re with others, be careful and avoid letting others sense your heart and pulse, understand?"
Upon hearing Jiangli’s words, Fu’er understood.
Even though he wasn’t truly alive.
He was still very excited.
Fu’er remained cheerful and said, "That’s good enough for me, I remember all the Ancestor’s words, definitely won’t let people find out I’m a dead man!"
Jiangli nodded, setting down the brush and paper, "Alright, the phone call should come now."
"What phone call?" Xia Xin was just about to go tidy up when he heard Jiangli say this, which caught him off guard.
He turned to look at Fu’er.
Fu’er, ecstatic about having a body again, didn’t notice Xia Xin’s inquisitive gaze.
Having been a ghost for so many years, he now knew how important and desirable it was to have a body.
Fu’er’s eyes were now filled with nothing but his new body, looking left and right, seemingly never tired of it.
Seeing this, Xia Xin felt somewhat helpless and could only look to Jiangli, expecting an answer.
However, Jiangli intentionally played coy, "You’ll know in a bit."
Xia Xin couldn’t help but grumble to himself, why play coy?
But just as the thought emerged, a huge ringing sound suddenly filled the room.
"Two tigers, two tigers, run so fast, run so fast—"
The loud ringing startled Xia Xin.
He jerked and reached for his phone to see Director Xun calling, his pupils dilated, "Ancestor, it’s a call from Director Xun, what’s happening?"
Jiangli took a seat in a chair nearby, "Answer it."
Xia Xin responded with an ’oh’ and hurriedly pressed the answer button.
"Hello, Director Xun, what brings you to call today?"
Xia Xin spoke politely.
But Xun Tianhai’s voice sounded urgent and less courteous, "Is that you, Xia Xin? Is the Abbot with you?"
Xia Xin looked at Jiangli, "Yes, Director Xun, are you looking for our Abbot?"
"That’s right! I have an urgent matter, really urgent, please let the Abbot take the phone," urged Xun Tianhai.
Xia Xin looked at Jiangli and silently mouthed, Ancestor, Director Xun is asking for you.