When the jar doll saw Li Huowang looming before it like a mountain, its face, smeared with white powder, twisted into an expression tangled between shock and fear.
"So you do know fear!"
CLANG! The longsword was drawn, sweeping down in a surge of murderous intent.
Accompanied by the sound of shattering porcelain, the two dolls were instantly beheaded. Spraying from their ghostly pale insides was not blood, but a kind of ashen-brown powder. Mixed within were tiny white bone fragments—ashes. These dolls were molded from bone ash!
Something's wrong. These don't seem like wild Evil Spirits.
Li Huowang eyed the unmistakable fingerprints inside the ceramic jar, a dark suspicion growing in his heart.
RUSTLE. The sound of bamboo leaves sliding against paper made Li Huowang spring to his feet at once.
