Chaos dissipated.
Jiang Qiao still stood on the desolate Gobi.
Behind him were several overturned tents. Ahead was a ruined city. The sun in the sky still radiated a cold light, illuminating the completely solidified Golden Boy and Jade Girl, which were shrouded in a layer of blue haze.
The middle-aged man was gone.
Only a little girl who had been dead for a long time remained, her entire body cold and rigid, radiating a strong stench.
A Vicious Ghost!
At this moment, the little girl was being pinned beneath Jiang Qiao's foot.
Thunder transformed into ropes.
It kept her from moving.
The little girl clutched a tiny Cloth Doll in her hand.
It was about the size of a palm.
Exquisite and clean.
It was completely different from the tattered little girl, who looked as though she had been wandering. Even though it was tightly gripped by her rotting hand, it had not picked up the slightest trace of dirt.
"The root of everything is this Cloth Doll."
"And the Vicious Ghost is the medium."
Jiang Qiao bent down and picked up the Cloth Doll. It felt soft in his hand and radiated a faint Supernatural Aura.
Time had been severed.
The little girl was the Vicious Ghost trapped inside it.
It had swallowed the middle-aged man and taken over his identity. Because its memories were confused, it had mistaken itself for the middle-aged man's child.
But after becoming the middle-aged man,
its identity as the "little girl" had "disappeared."
So it kept searching.
Constantly searching for its own daughter.
But in reality, the so-called "daughter" was itself.
It had no idea.
After killing someone,
it would still tear out their heart and lungs, then search for itself in increasingly absurd places... Only a Vicious Ghost could think this