Shen Luo looked at the sunken area on the stone box, his heart moved, and he stretched out a finger, tentatively reaching into the range of white light. He felt a cool breath lingering on his fingers, just like entering river water, and he did not feel any discomfort.
So he moved his fingers down a little further, closer to the stone box, and the cool feeling became clearer, as if it was emanating from the stone box.
Shen Luo was very afraid of the cold and gloomy energy, and he became a little hesitant.
However, the energy of the elemental stone seemed to be exhausted soon, and the white light emanating from it began to shrink and dim little by little.
Shen Luo gritted his teeth, and at the moment before the light disappeared, he suddenly poked his index finger down and directly touched the "depression" in the center.
The white light that was originally fading seemed to solidify and float in the air the moment he placed his finger.
At this moment, Shen Luo himself seemed to be frozen in place, even his breathing and heartbeat suddenly stopped.
Amid the noisy sound of heavy rain, a faint "click" sound came into his ears, as if a mechanism had been activated.
The box lid under Shen Luo's finger suddenly bounced upwards, and with a slight friction sound, it slid forward.
"It's done!"
Shen Luo was overjoyed and looked inside the box.
A sudden change occurred!
Suddenly, a stream of black smoke spurted out from the stone box and headed towards Shen Luo.
Shen Luo was suddenly startled and pushed the low table in front of him hard, and his body fell backwards and hit the black awning of the cabin directly.
The black smoke failed to hit Shen Luo, but it did not dissipate either. Instead, it grew thicker and thicker, and a ghost head the size of a wheel emerged from it, with a black sail on top and the cabin at the bottom.
The ghost's head was dark blue, with messy hair on it. Its eyes were as big as copper bells, flashing with a faint cold light, and its bloody mouth was full of fangs, as if it was ready to bite someone.
Shen Luo had no time to figure out what was going on. He could only force himself to remain calm. He quickly moved forward and grabbed the small thunder talisman and Yuanshi on the low table with his hands.
"Hehe..."
Shen Luo's actions seemed to anger the ghost-headed phantom, which let out a series of strange laughs and rushed towards him.
The cabin was narrow, and Shen Luo had no way to avoid it. He could only hold the Yuan Stone in one hand, mobilize the Yang Gang Qi in his body into it, and then slap it towards the small thunder talisman in the other hand.
The ghost head suddenly appeared in front of him, and it appeared as if it had teleported to the front. It opened its bloody mouth and spewed out a blue-black breath.
Shen Luo felt a strong fishy smell coming towards him, and his head seemed to be hit by a club. There were many shadows in front of his eyes, his body went limp, and he collapsed to the side.
"Hehehe..." The ghost head's creepy laughter continued, echoing in the small cabin.
Shen Luo's vision became increasingly blurred. He could only vaguely see that the ghost head shadow suddenly began to shrink little by little, and finally turned into a fist-sized white bone skull.
The white skeleton's skull was unusually white, and even had a slight luster on its surface. It pounced directly on its shoulder and bit it.
"Hmm..."
Shen Luo groaned in pain and his body suddenly straightened. He felt a strong cold current spreading from the place where he was bitten and instantly flowed to every corner of his body.