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Yang Fan was actually quite confused and disordered at this moment.
He didn't know where his mind should wander to.
The outcome of that whack was even more horrifying than his face-to-face encounter with the female ghost last night.
"Can I have a look at that thing in your hand now?" Liang Laoshi's eyes glittered as he eyed the wooden mace in Yang Fan's hand, "All your doubts, I think maybe they are about this object."
"This?" Yang Fan removed the black cloth covering the wooden mace, "It's just a wooden mace, given to me by a friend to play with. It has no significance in itself. This time, my Little Mother thought perhaps it would be effective against evil spirits, so she had me carry it with me. To be blunt, it's just something to bolster courage."
"You say... this thing has no significance?" Liang Laoshi had somehow moved up close to Yang Fan's face, eyeing the mace as if his eyes were shining with a wolfish gleam.
Yang Fan instinctively stepped back.