A Pig's Head on His Neck

After learning the rough details, Chu Danqing did not believe all of it.

There was no rush to resolve this matter. At the very least, he had to see this evil thing for himself first.

According to the shopkeeper, it entered the city at midnight and returned to the Mass Grave at dawn.

If anyone went out at night and encountered it, it would forcibly chop off their head.

However, it only targeted people. It would not attack gods.

And the gods could not kill it completely. In the end, they could only ignore it and warn the common folk not to leave their homes at night.

This was not really a major matter. It did not affect the common folk.

There was already a curfew in place. And could anyone capable of ignoring a curfew still be called common folk?

Chu Danqing continued his usual cultivation.

There was no need to worry about missing the ghost. It would make a commotion when it passed through at night.

Though it entered the city at midnight, it still needed time to travel. Who knew when it would reach him?

Rather than wait around doing nothing, he might as well cultivate first and avoid wasting time.

Second by second, time passed. At around two thirty, near the end of the second watch—

Chu Danqing immediately stopped cultivating. He heard heavy footsteps.

He then moved to the window to take a look.

Sure enough, he saw that evil thing.

It had to be said, the shopkeeper had not been wrong to describe it that way.

A strange man dressed in damaged, filthy scholar's robes was slowly walking down the street.

It looked like a corpse rather than an ordinary ghost, and it gave off a sickening stench of rot.

But those were not