"A lion dance?" Li Huowang's mind couldn't wrap itself around the sight. The thing approaching from the distance looked nothing like the lion dance he remembered.
First, a celebratory lion dance shouldn't be covered in a large, dirty-looking white cloth. Besides, this so-called lion dance didn't even have a head!
A hazy white light source glowed from within the supported cloth, illuminating the ground beneath it. That was the light he had seen earlier.
If it were just a glowing white cloth, Li Huowang wouldn't have considered it an Evil Spirit. More unsettling were the withered handprints silhouetted on the cloth.
The light made the cloth slightly transparent, clearly revealing handprints of all sizes to Li Huowang.
As the lion dance drew closer, Li Huowang saw more details on the cloth. It was adorned with many Bai Sui, just like the ones on the funeral banners carried by mourners.
