The idol beneath the cover was not any familiar deity, but a grim and bizarre stone statue, so unsettling that it sent chills down one's spine.
Like other idol beneaths, it sat cross-legged in meditation. However, while most idol beneaths bore expressions of solemn compassion or righteous fury, this stone statue wore a sinister, spine-chilling grin.
Where there should have been a traditional topknot of hair, its head was covered with rows upon rows of grotesque, staring eyes—enough to make anyone with trypophobia break out in goosebumps.
Wen Nannan was eyeing the thing with clear disdain, while Zhang Xin was nearly scared to death. She hurried over and hissed, "What are you doing? Why are you provoking it?"
Wen Nannan casually tossed the red cloth back over the stone statue's head. "Didn't you say we should trust our instincts? My instinct told me to uncover it."