Upon hearing this, Hu Yanming was terrified, "You... are you crazy? Why would you provoke this thing for no reason? You should hurry back to the village!"
"This is most likely a trap," Sui Chengguo also doubted.
"Trust me," Tong Han took out a cloth bag hidden under the stone table, the bizarre human head inside surprised Yang Xiao and the others, "I might have found a way to survive, I want to try it."
The others slowly dispersed, Tong Han alone with the cloth bag in one hand and a joint-heart lock tied to the other, she took a deep breath and slowly lifted the curtain before her, the next second, everyone's eyes widened, only to see not a fierce ghost with a green face and sharp teeth behind the curtain, but a headless corpse sitting in meditation.
The corpse was clothed in faded monks' robes, with a thin body, a wooden fish in front, the right hand raised before the body, and a wooden mallet held in the left hand.