"It's him!" Yun Ziliang leaned close to Zhou Xuan and whispered,
"There are many water ghosts here, but they're all villagers who drowned nearby. They're timid, except for those who have truly been officials, with a strong addiction to power and courage. When they see the official uniform, no matter how you threaten them, they won't run! Look at this Big Head Baby's manner, he must have held quite a position while alive."
Zhou Xuan nodded, staring at the Big Head Baby.
The baby walked up to the altar cloth, raised its tiny hand, and grabbed the official uniform to put it on.
On the paper uniform, there were pre-drawn Daoist talismans. The baby was very small, and the uniform was too big, but as soon as it wore it, the paper clothes automatically shrank to fit perfectly.
The Big Head Baby looked at the snug paper clothes, grinned, and smoothed out the wrinkles.
"It's taken the bait."
