"Hmm? There's a light ball?"
As the Grass Puppet turned away, Lu Xuan noticed a white light ball the size of a fist hovering behind him.
With 70 percent anticipation and 30 percent doubt, he instructed the Grass Puppet to stop and gently touched the white light ball floating in the air.
An eerie infant-like cry emerged from inside the ball, mournful and plaintive. Immediately after, it turned into countless specks of light that poured into Lu Xuan's body.
A thought flashed across his mind.
A small straw doll, four inches tall, appeared in Lu Xuan's hand. The doll was grayish-black, crafted from countless fine straws giving an eerie feeling of real skin touching.
The doll's grayish-black straw head was messily stuffed, and infant-like facial features could vaguely be seen on its tightly furrowed face.
Lu Xuan's thoughts gathered on the straw doll, and he immediately understood all the detailed information about it.