A blue-black booklet fell to the ground. The corpse had been dead for so long that even with its neck severed, no blood spurted out.
The children heard a thud.
They all shuddered instinctively and huddled together as tightly as they could, desperately hoping not to be seen.
The Little Daoist Boy was scarcely any better off.
He, too, felt as though he were suffocating. The raging storm outside stood in stark contrast to the silence within.
The headless corpse moved freely.
The head on the ground spoke. Lin Feng's Deity Tablet connected him to the aura here, and he sensed that less than a tenth of the aura remained in the Deity Tablets above.
Presumably, the "Old Mother of Mount Li" outside was locked in a life-and-death struggle with the North Wind God and had summoned away the children under her command.
The "immortals" above had no attention to spare for this place.
That gave Lin Feng his opening.
The dead man calmly placed his head back atop his neck and asked the Little Daoist Boy whether he had a needle and thread.
Trembling, the Little Daoist Boy produced a sewing kit. They really did carry such things with them.
Lin Feng held his head in place with one hand and stitched his neck together with the other.
It was a horrifying sight.
The Little Daoist Boy was so frightened that he could barely stand.
Lin Feng did not care. Eventually, he simply had the Little Daoist Boy help him while he opened the blue-yellow booklet and examined its contents.
Vermilion annotations and ink signatures.
Names and birth dates, with signatures in vermilion beneath them, followed by the signatures of the "immortals."
Having witnessed the entire process, Lin Feng memorized the ritual. This was a possession technique that could