Qu Zan knew this was only a khata. There was no one on the other side at all.
The khata itself was something uncanny. There might even be a Vengeful Ghost inside it.
Once Qu Zan realized this, a chill swept through his whole body.
Queji held the khata in both hands, tucked it behind the [Weeping Arhat]'s head, and began winding it around the corpse, covering it layer after layer.
The moment the Corpse-Wrapping Khata touched the corpse, it seemed to come alive, clinging tightly to it.
It was like a Vengeful Ghost that had come alive, winding around the corpse and embracing it.
"You can take your left hand away now! Whatever you do, don't touch the khata!" Queji warned.
Sensing that the khata had restrained the Weeping Arhat and that its ghost resonance had sunk into an even deeper slumber, Qu Zan withdrew his hand.
The white khata wrapped the corpse tightly, winding around and covering it layer after layer, faintly revealing a human outline.
Its originally enormous frame was compressed by the khata's uncanny power until it was roughly the size of an ordinary person.
Two monks stepped forward and placed the Vengeful Ghost in the Golden Coffin they had prepared.
The sinister aura of the Corpse-Wrapping Khata was sealed off as well.
Qu Zan quietly let out a breath. His heart, which had been hanging in suspense all this time, finally settled.
Day had broken. He slowly stood up, feeling the sunlight fall on him.
Queji said, "Gyatso, right? Come with me and tell me what happened last night, mainly the characteristics of this Vengeful Ghost. Once we've put it on record, come collect your reward with me."
Qu Zan nodded and, following Queji's instructions, went along to the Evil-Subduing Institute to explain what had