The two statues in the temple were both very tall, at least four meters high, and it was unknown how much effort it had taken to carry them over from another place.
Yang Jian wasn't superstitious about these things, nor did he plan to burn incense or worship the clay statues.
Without any hesitation, he clambered onto the high platform where the statues were placed, seated himself on the shoulder of one statue, and then touched the statue's head with the black Ghost Hand he had just removed his glove from.
His hand eerily penetrated into the statue.
This was the combination of the Ghost Domain and the Ghost Hand; he had once retrieved the Ghost Infant from Zhang Liqin's body through the abdominal wall, so by now he was quite practiced at it.
Soon,
Yang Jian's extended hand felt a clump of dense hair that felt like a dead man's, chilling to the core, embedded tightly in the clay statue.
Another Dead Man's Head.
