Before, they had scoured the garage for anything useful but never once did they spot a disembodied head hiding inside.
This head was half-bald, and a trace of unsatisfied desire tinged its evil nature. It stared intently at the prison guard, Hu Lu, whose skin and figure were fully exposed. Its eyes resembled those of a creepy old man peering into the bedroom of the neighboring house from behind his curtains, his tongue nearly lolling out.
Hu Lu was petrified by such a terrifying head, turning pale. She dared not move. After all, her limbs were blocking the gaps. If any crack appeared, the life-saving fireflies would escape.
But the depraved head was already floating towards her, mumbling obscenities non-stop.
Wu Hen's hearing was exceptional, and even though the Evil Spirit's enunciation was unclear, he still managed to roughly understand what it was saying.
