"Bang!"
A muffled thump echoed, the sound of a box being forcefully closed.
With that sound reverberating, the terrifying Door Knocking Ghost, which had been wandering for half a year, was finally imprisoned. Regardless of the identity of this old man marked with livor mortis, and no matter how horrifying it was, it ultimately fell into the trap.
The withered arm that was holding up the lid just moments before, had been forcefully severed by Yang Jian wielding the eerie Firewood Knife.
It was uncertain if the ghost, now missing its arm, could continue knocking on doors.
Perhaps from now on the Door Knocking Ghost would become a one-armed ghost.
Of course, the dismemberment by the Firewood Knife was only temporary; perhaps within that box, the ghost had already retrieved its severed arm.