The silk the Human-Faced Bugs spat out was incredibly soft, yet extraordinarily tough!
And so...
At best, Chi Xi's dagger could bend those threads. It could not cut through them at all.
Within moments, Chi Xi was trapped in the threads, pinned firmly to the ground. Even if he wanted to drift away, he could no longer move!
"Damn it! What the hell are these things?"
Chi Xi cursed furiously.
Ye Qianfan wasted no breath on him. He drew the standard-issue Nuo Master weapon at his waist and thrust the blade straight into Chi Xi's neck, which had only just been stuck back on and had yet to fully adhere!
"Splurt!"
Ye Qianfan severed Chi Xi's neck with that thrust.
Once the Human-Skin Ghost's skin was severed, it naturally lost control of the corpse!
The corpse inside the skin turned into watery liquid in an instant, rapidly melting away until only a layer of sticky human skin remained plastered to the ground. There seemed to be tattoos on the skin's neck and arms.
Ye Qianfan stripped off its clothes and saw that the tattoos seemed to form a picture.
What the picture depicted seemed to be...
A group of people worshipping a coffin beside the river. The person inside the coffin was covered in patterns. This probably represented a human possessed by a Human-Skin Ghost!
In the river was a River God that looked like a fish-man, staring at the people on the bank, with piles of gold, silver, and jewels beside it.
At this sight...
Ye Qianfan seemed to understand something.
What the villagers fed the River God each time was not simply a corpse, but a corpse that had been devoured by a Human-Skin Ghost.
To compare it to food, the River God apparently did not eat pork,