As he approached, Huang Xiaolong could see clearly the "ghost puppet" that "Taoist Xia" had exhausted his energy to refine.
It stood about ten feet tall, with horns on its head resembling those of the Ox Devil King, its body pitch-black and solid, not just the ephemeral form of a spirit. Its gaping maw was large, with huge, protruding fangs. Inside the body, a whistling wail emanated, as if it housed countless terrifying specters.
At that moment, the demon body of the ghost puppet was pasted with numerous mystical symbols, which, using their power, suppressed it and prevented it from moving.
Huang Xiaolong's face showed uncontainable joy. "This time I've made a tidy profit. That Taoist Xia surely made this wedding dress for me... Hahahaha!"