"Master, since we've discovered it, why not just get rid of it all at once! Let's see how these dirty things harm people again!" Fu Lu asked, puzzled. "Why should we carefully put everything back in place?"
"Recently, in the Qingshui County, the rumors about the Ghost Immortal have been intensifying. The human lives involved are not just the one we found last night.
The murderer, after killing, braved the heavy rain at night to transport the corpse away, not wanting the death in the Ghost Immortal Temple to spread, perhaps to repeat the trick in the future.
If we removed all of this and smashed the urn, how would we catch the turtle?" Lu Qing gestured to Fu Lu, "Go quickly."
Fu Lu now understood and quickly, together with Fu Wen, made a lot of mud, and carefully blocked the bamboo tube hidden inside the altar, and carefully pushed the statue back to its place, also thoughtfully brushing away the marks on the altar.
