The face of the statue was like what they had seen at the door of the court. The girl's face was cold and calm, and her eyes were covered with cloth to show absolute fairness.
In her hand she held a scale, supported by a golden hourglass.
The scales have tilted quite a bit, just like an hourglass is about to pour out. Only a very small amount of gold sand stays at the top, but it is still leaking out rapidly.
"It's the end." Ling Xiaotu said.[
"But theoretically, she should still have three years,,,," Xuanyuan Xuantian paused: "Three years,,,,has Incheon been a housekeeper here for three years?"
"Yes, there was another three years before that." Ling Xiaotu said.
"She sacrificed you, Xuanyuan Xuantian! I remembered that the carvings on your bed were a sacrificial talisman. She was using the lives of these housekeepers to extend time!"
"This is cheating." Xuanyuan Xuantian said.
Ling Xiaotu threw away the family tree, bent down, looked closely at the golden scale, and said:
"Look, there's another hourglass here."
Xuanyuan Xuantian walked over, and a small hourglass was put into the lighter scale.
Apart from mobile phone charms, this was the first time he saw such a small hourglass.
It has just started timing, and it is flowing faster than the hourglass in the girl's hand. It seems that when it runs out, it will be the time when the other hourglass runs out.
"She is cheating with another hourglass." Xuanyuan Xuantian said, looking at the statue of a skull on the small hourglass.
It is at most the size of a fingernail, but it is incredibly delicate. If you look carefully with a magnifying glass, you will probably see a lifelike picture of the miserable scene of hell carved on it.
"Then what's flowing here is your life?" Ling Xiaotu said, leaning over to look at the small hourglass.
"Mr. Incheon was hollowed out bit by bit here. After three years, his life was drained, and your life was added again."
"She doesn't know how many more years she has been able to live in this way." Xuanyuan Xuantian took off the small hourglass: "Continue her research." He said.
"Is this like a cheating technique in a game?" Ling Xiaotu said.
In Xuanyuan Xuantian's hands, the sand continued to flow.