"Fortunately, it wasn't a total loss."
Chen Mu held the Five Ghosts Bag in his hand, the previously tightly sealed opening now easily opened.
The little paper man turned into black smoke and vanished into thin air.
When it reappeared, it had entered the Five Ghosts Bag.
Suddenly, an image formed in Chen Mu's mind.
It was a pitch-dark space, somewhat oppressive and stuffy.
He felt as if he had entered the cellar beneath the number two mansion.
The space was void of light, about five meters high, and four meters in length and width, somewhat egg-shaped overall.
"A storage space bag!" Chen Mu controlled the black smoke to fly around inside the bag, greedily thinking, "If only it were a bit bigger, that would be even better!"
Having understood the Five Ghosts Moving Mountain Curse, Chen Mu also grasped the operation method described in the Thousand Mountains Sutra.
The black smoke exited the bag, covering the stone the size of a human head which he had seen earlier.
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