At the borders of Gao Village.
In a quiet graveyard.
The air was still filled with a faint stench of burning, the scent of ghost spirits corroded by Buddha's Light, which was all too familiar to the spirits and apparitions.
Whoosh~
The mountain wind carried whispers of eerie spirits, swirling around before vanishing into the grass atop the graves.
A moment later, heavy footsteps sounded from the distant forest, and suddenly a huge figure burst forth, paused to listen, then dashed toward the graveyard.
Under the moonlight, the figure became clearer; upon closer inspection, it was a large-headed, grotesque man with both eyes tightly shut, greenish skin, and wearing a disproportioned monk's robe—his appearance as strange as it could get.
If Sun Wukong had been present, he would have recognized it immediately.
