Binding, restraining. Qu Zan considered this ability. He compared it with the other uncanny objects and finally found that this Ghost Rope seemed to suit him best.
So he said, "I'll take this uncanny object."
Queji gave him a long, searching look. "Are you sure? This is an extremely dangerous object."
Dangerous? Here in Mìdì, where wasn't dangerous?
Qu Zan nodded firmly.
"All right, then. I'll submit an application for you and get it approved as soon as possible." After a moment's consideration, Queji nodded.
Once things here were settled, Qu Zan returned to the Monks' Quarters.
The Monk Soldiers had all left, while Namkha and Jiumo had entered the Monks' Quarters, both carrying their luggage.
When Qu Zan returned, they came up and asked how he was doing.
Qu Zan briefly told them what had happened last night. Both were greatly shocked and inwardly counted themselves lucky.
They saw traces of blood still on the ground, along with dried stains left by putrid fluids. They were immensely relieved that they had not stayed here last night.
Had the two of them stayed here last night, they would most likely have died as well.
"What are you doing?" Qu Zan could not help asking when he saw them carrying their luggage.
"Moving. We'd better move to another courtyard. We can't stay here anymore," Jiumo said, still shaken.
Namkha nodded as well and said, "It's too dangerous here. We'd better move somewhere else-"
Qu Zan smiled and said, "Would moving somewhere else really make us safe? What are the odds of stones falling from the sky landing in the same pit twice in a row? I think that since a Vengeful Ghost has already rampaged through here, the chances of it happening again aren't that high."
Both Jiumo and Namkha thought