Chapter Twenty-One: The Demonic Talisman and the Crimson Lotus Buddha

I glanced at the small figure on the ground, then looked at Wu Hao. His face bore a perplexed expression. “Is this a doll?”

Old Liao picked up the doll from the floor, rubbing it with his fingertips, and sneered, “It’s not just a doll—it’s made of human skin.”

Wu Hao had wanted to reach out and examine it, but the moment he heard it was made of human skin, he recoiled in alarm. “So it was you who caused Su Jin’s troubles with the little ghost!” I glared at Wu Hao, enunciating each word sharply.

“What little ghost? I have no idea what you’re talking about. Just get that thing away from me!”

“No, it shouldn’t be him,” Old Liao said, his gaze lingering on the drawn curtains. Suddenly, I remembered someone who had remained silent all this time—Tian Tian.

Wu Hao saw the women’s backpack and seemed to realize something as well. “Damn it, so it’s that wretched woman’s doing.” He snatched up the backpack and strode toward the rear of the vehicle. There came a series of clattering sounds as Wu Hao grabbed Tian Tian by the hair, dragging her cruelly toward us. Tian Tian’s clothes were disheveled as she crawled on the ground; her exposed skin inspired no desire, only revulsion. Her tangled hair scattered across the floor. She screamed and cursed, her voice gradually sinking into cold, venomous reproach and vicious curses: “Wu Hao! I’ll kill you! May you be damned to eternal torment!”

Wu Hao showed no mercy, opening the car door and kicking Tian Tian out. He then threw her backpack and dol