What is that?
Cao Erzhu suddenly turned around and looked behind him.
In the eerie wailing of ghosts, a person wearing a tattered white robe with disheveled hair appeared not far away. The clothing was extremely old.
This person was gaunt and tall, gender indiscernible, with extremely pale skin, resembling a corpse dead for three days.
"Gulp."
Cao Erzhu swallowed his saliva.
He clearly saw this person's face!
When the ghastly pale human skin on this person's face fell off with their scratching motion, there was only bare bones inside and wriggling maggots.
"It's truly a corpse!"
Cao Erzhu was astonished as if struck by lightning.
Half a year in the Ghost Buddha Realm had given him much experience, and he supplemented a lot of common knowledge from the Spiritual Cultivators.
Even though he had adapted to monsters like fierce ghosts and yin souls, which he was somewhat afraid of before, Erzhu found it hard to accept the creature before him... oh, the dead thing.
