It was a bronze sculpture standing beside the glass cabinet, roughly five feet three inches tall. Its armor and axe were petite, and the sculpture itself was a pale pink, perfectly suited to a children's room.
Besides, when Zhao Xun first saw the sculpture, he hadn't noticed any bloodstains, so naturally, he hadn't thought anything was wrong.
Now it seemed that weaker ghosts could only remain inside objects stained with their own blood.
Stronger ghosts, however, could choose to hide inside other objects they preferred or found more suitable. They could also attack on their own initiative, without having to wait for players to discover bloodstains before emerging to frighten them.
Zhao Xun had expected ghosts that attacked proactively to appear.
If every ghost could only passively take a beating, then players would face no mortal danger in this game. Their only concern would be whether they could find all the ghosts.
That would make things far too easy.
So when Zhao Xun realized that a moving Armored Sculpture was swinging an axe at him, he felt no particular emotion.
The afro-haired man nearby, however, was badly frightened. Words spilled out of him like beans from a sack. "Holy shit, holy shit! Why is that thing moving on its own? Is... is this a ghost too? But there's no blood on the armor! This ghost looks way stronger than the others. This..."
Zhao Xun quickly stood up and calmly told the afro-haired man, "Shut up."
The afro-haired man immediately closed his chattering mouth, obedient as could be.
By then, the Armored Sculpture had raised its axe and was walking toward Zhao Xun, step by step.
Its cumbersome body hampered its speed, making every step look like slow motion.
Seeing this, the afro-haired man couldn't help breathing a sigh of relief.