Small Mountain Village?

They entered the tomb.

In the pitch-black, shadowy passage, ghostly flames flickered and evil energy surged in waves.

Everyone felt their hair stand on end.

"There must be evil energy in this passage... Let Zhao Dufu and the other two go first!"

Yang Zhegu spoke.

At once, Zhao Dufu, Shui Jing, and Ximen Xie stepped forward.

They had not gone far when they suddenly saw a bizarre scene in the passage:

The door to a tomb chamber stood open. From the pitch-black chamber reached two withered hands—one holding a bone club, the other clutching a dead man's head. There was not a single hair on the head, as though something had burned it all away.

"What... what is that?"

Everyone was horrified.

"An evil spirit!"

Hu Jiuer's expression turned grave as he said:

"A tomb that can give birth to an evil spirit... It's not simple. Truly, it's not simple!"

Wu Youxie said:

"To break the evil spirit, we can only rely on the three Evil Stars..."

"Let me go!"

Zhao Dufu's head spoke. His eyes burned with fervor as he said:

"We are born Evil Stars, and we are naturally close to evil spirits!"

"I can communicate with evil spirits. This is a great opportunity!"

At once, Zhao Dufu's head rolled toward the evil spirit like a soccer ball.

"Greetings, Evil Spirit!"

"I am a born Evil Star... Evil Spirit, is there any opportunity here?"

Zhao Dufu looked at the evil spirit and asked.

But the evil spirit's hand suddenly seized Zhao Dufu's head and tore off all his hair, scalp and all!

"Ah—"

Zhao Dufu let out a shrill scream!

The evil spirit placed Zhao Dufu's scalp over the dead man's head.

"Thank you... for your hair..."

The dead man's head opened its eyes and gave a sinister