In Pan Shu's imagination, Inspector Jiang Yufeng of the Demon Bureau should have just been trapped in the mist, unable to find a way out, or even already relied on his own strength and powerful Magic Artifacts to inflict significant damage on the 'resentful soul'.
But now, what he saw completely contradicted his imagination!
The Seventh-grade Inspector could only struggle under the willow tree, looking like he could collapse at any moment.
Cluck Cluck!
Pan Shu's teeth chattered, his calves shivering a little.
At this moment, he saw the mummy-like sculptures under the willow tree uniformly turn their heads and stare straight at him.
Most of them were locals, some were colleagues from the Demon Bureau. Their cheeks were thin, like skin-covered bones, as if all the remaining flesh and blood had been absorbed by the willow branches stuck in their bodies.
