Yaha noticed that there was something odd about Baphomet.
The goat's head was all wet, its eyes were dull and lifeless, and its whole body trembled. Wei Tianyang's left hand was still holding its black horns, making it look like a little cat.
"What's wrong with it?" Yaha asked.
"I cleaned it. I know... I know it ate someone, someone you cared about. I punished it, and it won't do it again," Wei Tianyang said.
He turned to look at Baphomet and pushed the goat's head into a bucket of water.
The goat's four hooves struggled on the floor, but its head seemed to be fixed by some force at the edge of the bucket. Bubbles were emerging from the water, letting out a series of gurgling sounds.
Yaha quickly stepped forward, grabbing Wei Tianyang's arm, and said, "Alright, alright! I forgive it!"
Wei Tianyang released his grip, and the black goat immediately ran to the doorframe but didn't dare to leave, curling up and bleating at the edge.
