361. Half a Buddha's head

The old man's strange laughter permeated the entire courtyard, ominously terrifying…

I couldn't help but get goosebumps.

Everyone present heard the old man's voice. Wu Quan's mother hid in her husband's embrace and said fearfully,

"This is... This is a decoration that my son bought a few days ago... It's said to be a pure copper Buddha head... It seems to be an antique... Why is it so frightening... and why… why is it laughing… Ah, this laughter is even worse than crying... It's so scary..."

Right.

It's an antique, isn't it?

I looked at my somewhat cold fingers; the wound had already started to turn black. This Buddha head must be at least 300 to 400 years old.

It must be a hereditary Evil Hall Child.

To be able to procure such a thing... one must be quite capable.

Squeezing the blood from my fingertips, I laughed and said,

"Wu Quan, go find me a large hammer. I'm going to smash it. A mere piece of copper, dare to challenge me here...