"Tailed Ksitigarbha?"
Xu Shu's gaze sharpened.
As a veteran "folklorist," he might not be sensitive to other terms, but "Ksitigarbha" held a special meaning, representing many things.
Moreover, especially with the odd prefix, Xu Shu immediately associated it with his own record player, "Narrow Sleeve Guanyin."
"So does it mean that the Paper Mache Buddha statue is also a Primordial Spirit?"
"Its quality is far inferior to the Narrow Sleeve Guanyin, but its lethality seems stronger, cutting right through my head. What principle is that?"
"Do I have a chance to capture it?"
Having subdued Narrow Sleeve Guanyin as his attack tool, Xu Shu had acquired a taste for it.
Before, he had been unaware of other Primordial Spirits.
But now that he knew, and had encountered one, how could he not be tempted?
Yet, there seemed to be a difference.
