"Rest assured, I prefer my meat tender; I don't usually consume the old ones fresh. I skin them and smoke them to make cured meat." Gu Shanhai consoled the other party with a particularly wicked sense of humor before turning away.
As the temple priest watched Gu Shanhai's retreating figure, she suddenly noticed something twisted and wormlike moving beneath his skin. Occasionally, root-like tendrils seemed to grow from his flesh, setting her heart racing with a shock that jolted her.
By the time she came to her senses, Gu Shanhai had disappeared, along with the huge White Deer.
"Ghost... A ghost!!!" Then a scream echoed.
Not far away, Gu Shanhai heard the scream and laughed, "You tried to fleece me as a sucker. If I don't give you a scare, you'll really think I'm easily molded."