Implant, All Taken Care Of

I asked several questions.

My master was in no hurry. Hearing me out, he merely lit a cigarette leisurely and said,

"After this thing is returned to its original form, it's just a moving hand carrying Tong Ghost energy.

Unless you find a new person and use a special ghost-implanting method to plant it inside their body.

Otherwise, it won't turn into a Tong Ghost.

It naturally affects ordinary people, since it's evil.

So under normal circumstances, it stays sealed.

As for using it, that's simple.

It's not like you're supposed to hold a ghost hand as a weapon.

Just find a vessel and implant it inside.

And metal is the most suitable kind of vessel.

You know Uncle Yu's Dragon-Head Cleaver, right?"

I nodded repeatedly. That was the treasured blade Grandmaster had passed down to him, sharp enough to slice through iron like mud.

"I know. I've even used it..."

"Back then, the Tong Ghost we cut down in Thailand while following your grandmaster was implanted into that cleaver by him.

Though that one was a human head.

It was only later, when we went to Carefree Tower, that it was destroyed..."

My master answered, but when he mentioned the words "Carefree Tower," there was once again a trace of sorrow in his eyes.

I was shocked and surprised. I had never expected that Uncle Yu's Dragon-Head Cleaver had once contained a Tong Ghost in its original form.

Nor had I expected that a Tong Ghost could be implanted into an object.

If that was the case, then it seemed acceptable.

At first, I had thought my master intended to implant the hand into my arm or have me wield it as a weapon. How disgusting would that have been?

Seeing that my master's mood was off, I hurriedly