"Lion dance?" Li Huowang's mind still couldn't wrap itself around what he was seeing; the thing approaching slowly from the distance looked nothing like the lion dance he remembered.
First of all, in his memory, a celebratory lion dance should not be covered in a large, seemingly dirty white cloth, and this so-called lion dance didn't even have a head!
The white cloth, supported from within, held a hazy white light source that illuminated everything below through the lower end of the cloth, the light he had seen earlier.
If it were just a glowing white cloth, Li Huowang wouldn't regard it as an evil spirit. More unsettling were the withered palm prints cast upon the cloth.
Under the illumination of the light source, the cloth became slightly transparent, displaying the variously sized handprints clearly to Li Huowang.
