Chapter 48: The Black Rider Ghost's Personal Old Grandfather

The Ghost Rider's eyes glowed with an intense red, his black gauntlet growing tighter and tighter. Amid the steady friction of sawdust, he finally extracted the object the size of a soccer ball—the "Bai Laotou"!

Having freed itself from the white tumor-like mass, the black wooden figure's mouth moved incessantly while its sharply pointed chin displayed a manic smile that looked rather terrifying.

Lan Sou's face was filled with excitement as he kneeled on the ground, muttering prayers without stopping.

The Black Rider Ghost bowed his head, gazing at the "Bai Laotou" in his hand.

The texture was somewhat soft, snow-white, and seemed to pulsate with life, contracting rhythmically. And it was... withering away.

No, it was melting into the body of the Black Rider Ghost.

As the "Bai Laotou" in his hand shrank, more and more white, threadlike substances protruded from the Black Rider's shoulders, eventually forming an oval cocoon.