Wang Yao's peripheral vision caught sight of his clothes draped over the dirty laundry basket. Despite the stiffness that gripped his body, he hurled himself towards them in a single leap.
Amid the harassment of hair covering him, he desperately grabbed the clothes and frantically pulled out the amulet Jiangli had given him from the pocket.
The moment he grasped the amulet, a dazzling golden light flashed across it.
The very next second, the amulet became scorching hot and began to emit wisps of white smoke.
"Ah!!!"
It was at this moment that Wang Yao heard a painful scream.
Squinting his eyes, he saw what seemed like a fire dragon emerging from the amulet, igniting the hair on his body.
Any normal person who saw these roaring flames would probably be scared half to death.
However...
For some reason, Wang Yao's subconscious told him that the flames would not harm him.