Elsewhere, Old Man Zhao finally made his decision too.
Trembling, he fished two paper figures out of a pocket close to his body.
"Get some blood!"
Old Man Zhao handed one to Zhao Laoda and cried out with his eyes bulging, as though giving up a paper figure had cost him his life.
At this life-or-death moment, neither dared delay. They steeled themselves, bit their fingers, and smeared blood onto the paper figures.
Copying Old Man Zhao, Zhao Laoda flung his paper figure onto the ground.
Under the pallid moonlight, the two bloodstained paper figures shakily stood up and rapidly swelled.
As Old Man Zhao and Zhao Laoda watched in wonder and fear, the two paper figures actually transformed into perfect copies of them!
From their clothes to their appearance, they were identical! But the people the paper figures had become had pitch-black, utterly vacant eyes. Two vivid red patches of rouge marked their cheeks, and their entire faces looked as though they had been coated in flour, eerily white.
In the moonlight, these two paper figures looked even more frightening than that Ghostly Entity.
Zhao Laoda stared, unable to stop muttering, "A miracle, a miracle! Bai Gu really is a Divine Envoy..."
"Still staring? Run!"
An unfilial son was still his son. Before fleeing, Old Man Zhao gave Zhao Laoda a tug.
Only then did Zhao Laoda snap out of it and hurry after Old Man Zhao.
Not long after the two left, the Vengeful Ghost appeared.
The two lifelike paper figures stood in the middle of the road. The Vengeful Ghost, which had been fixated on the Zhao father and son, turned unwillingly toward the paper figures, as though its soul had been snared.
Judging by the malice on its face, it clearly knew those two paper figures