Jiang Qiao glanced down at the scrap of burlap in his hand, then looked up at the wooden statue before him.
"Don't look."
The words were scrawled crookedly across the coarse fabric.
There was an intense urgency to the strokes, as though someone had hastily written the warning in a panic. As though something was closing in.
But Jiang Qiao merely glanced at it before tossing the scrap onto the ground.
"Cheap tricks."
Before the words had even left his mouth, he abruptly raised his fist.
Black lightning erupted with a roar, crackling arcs wrapping his entire fist in dark, flickering electricity.
Boom!
He threw a punch.
Carrying the savage power of lightning, it slammed into the wooden statue's chest.
Bang!
A sharp explosion rang out.
The wooden statue went flying.
It spun several times through the air before crashing heavily into the stone wall of the tomb passage. With a sharp crack, the entire statue shattered, scattering chunks of wood across the floor.
"Huh?"
Jiang Qiao froze for a moment.
He hadn't expected to smash the wooden statue apart with just one punch.
"What's going on?" He frowned.
There was no doubt that this damned thing was an evil spirit. The now-deceased Shi Fei could attest to that. But if it was an evil spirit, why had it shattered so easily?
Of course.
One could argue that Jiang Qiao was strong and the statue was weak, so there was nothing strange about him smashing it apart.
But...
Jiang Qiao looked at the statue's head, which had rolled into a corner. On its indistinct face, the hollow eyes still seemed to be staring at the ceiling. Yet there wasn't the slightest trace of supernatural aura.
Without any supernatural aura.
Did it count as an evil spirit?
No curse leaked out,