The next second, his body started trembling uncontrollably.

Because he saw the eyelids of the head, which was originally closed, twitch slightly for no reason, and the expression seemed to have changed as well. The fatty's eyes widened, and he finally noticed that the corner of the head's taut mouth had curled up at some point.

In an instant, he thought of Yuan Shanyuan. The other party probably stopped at this distance as well, replaced by Bai Yu going forward. It seemed Yuan Shanyuan had also noticed the strangeness within.

Cannot… absolutely cannot let this head fully awaken, or I will die!

This sentence appeared abruptly in his mind and immediately took root. The fatty suppressed his fear and strode forward. At this moment, the head's eyebrows twitched a few times, and the heavy eyelids barely lifted a bit, revealing a slit.

Although he was holding the knife, the fatty had no idea how to use it to suppress this soon-to-be-awakened head. This knife was not suitable for hacking, but more suitable for stabbing straight down. However, the head was smooth and bald, with no suitable points. He felt it was inappropriate, and most importantly, he didn't dare to thrust it into the face, through the eye socket.

Finally, the fatty took a deep breath to encourage himself, then turned sideways and forcefully slammed the heavy knife handle hard on the back of the head, producing a muffled "thud."

The fatty's intention was to knock the head unconscious, but the opposite happened. The head, having suffered a heavy blow, immediately woke up in pain. Its eyelids opened to the maximum, and a pair of blood-red eyeballs rolled around wildly in their sockets, as if trying to find out who had given it this blow and then kill him.

Seeing this scene, the fatty "whooshed" the knife behind his back, then bent over slightly and gave the head a simple and honest smile.

But it was useless. The head wriggled and leaped up from the ground, biting the fatty's chest in one go.

"Ah… ah ah!"

Whether from pain or fright, the fatty jumped on the spot, constantly hitting the head with the knife handle. He vaguely remembered Wu doing this last time, but Wu's blows were obviously stronger.

"Thud! Thud! Thud!"

But the more he hit, the harder the head bit. The fatty couldn't help but fall into despair. Just when he thought he was about to be bitten to death by the head, he suddenly noticed something very strange.

This head biting… doesn't seem to hurt.

But looking at the head's fierce appearance, and the feeling of the teeth biting, it was clearly biting something, and constantly making "creak, creak" sounds, like biting on something hard like a bone.

As the head tore fiercely to one side, the fatty's clothes were torn open. Now he finally saw clearly that the head was biting on something wrapped in a red cloth.

It's that mirror!

The doctor gave him the mirror when he came back.

Before the fatty could recover, the red cloth wrapping the mirror was torn open by sharp teeth. The next second, the head's fierce eyes seemed to see an extremely terrifying scene, suddenly becoming terrified. The mouth involuntarily loosened, and finally, with a "plop," it rolled to the ground.

When the fatty looked over again, the head lying on the ground had completely quieted down.

Just quiet, but not unconscious, because the fatty saw the head tightly closed its eyes, looking like it was asleep, but it was actually playing dead. After all, the face was still twitching slightly, and the eyeballs hidden under the eyelids were also slowly rolling.

Now the fatty understood that what the other party really feared was this mirror.

Because he was always facing away from the crowd, and there was a considerable distance, the rest of the people did not see the mirror hidden in the fatty's chest.

To confirm this, the fatty intentionally shielded everyone's view with his body, then held the mirror horizontally in front of his chest, shining it on the head, while the other hand tentatively poked the head's forehead with the back of the knife.

After poking it several times in a row, the head did not resist. The fatty was finally relieved.

The head had completely surrendered.

Just then, a voice came, "Wang Fugui, don't bring that knife back directly. The knife is stained with the head sha's sha qi, which can easily cause corpse transformation."

"Wrap the knife in red cloth."

It was Li Bai's voice. She gestured to the fatty for the position on the right. The fatty turned his head and saw a large piece of red cloth pasted on the right doorpost outside the Second Young Master's room. There were golden characters on the red cloth, but he couldn't understand any of them. They were probably talismans obtained from a temple or Taoist temple for exorcism.

He tore off the red cloth without hesitation and wrapped it layer by layer around the knife. The fatty kept a trick up his sleeve, wrapping the small mirror against the blade as well, so that he could hand it over to the next teammate without anyone noticing.

The next one was Yao Shunyu, then Li Bai, and then the doctor. With this mirror, they should have no problem dealing with the head sha.

"Wang Fugui, what are you dawdling about? Hurry up and invite the head back!"

Lin Qianqian urged anxiously. Originally, this fatty had already been attacked and bitten by the head sha, but why… why didn't it bite him to death in the end? On the contrary, this fatty was acting like nothing had happened.

She really couldn't figure it out. It was said that this head sha wasn't very lethal, but it was extremely sinister. Once bitten, it would never let go and would also absorb a person's essence and blood.

The fatty carried the head in one hand and the wrapped knife in the other. First, he threw the head into the coffin. Luo Tianhe obviously had a puzzled look on his face, but he still smiled and said "hard work" to the fatty. The fatty turned around and walked over to hand the knife to Li Bai.

"Miss Li Bai, you're really amazing. This knife is indeed a treasure. I hit the head a few times, and it didn't dare to move."

As he spoke, the fatty winked at Li Bai, then patted his chest lightly, as if relieved.

Li Bai and Yao Shunyu immediately understood after seeing a little bit of red cloth exposed on his chest.

After confirming that the mirror could suppress the head sha, Yao Shunyu also pretended to fight the head sha for a few rounds, and finally subdued the head with difficulty.

Li Bai was the same.

When it came to Jiang Cheng, it became much more direct and rude. He didn't even bother acting. First, he turned his back to the crowd and quietly suppressed the head sha with the mirror, then he raised the back of the knife and slammed it hard on the head. The "bang, bang, bang" sounds made Lai Fu click his tongue, thinking that Jiang Shifu and his group were still the best. Their methods didn't look fancy at all. They just went straight to it.

The head was beaten bloody, but it still clenched its teeth and stubbornly endured without moving.

Finally, Jiang Cheng wiped his sweat, grabbed the braid, and dragged the head back. In front of Lin Qianqian, he casually threw it into the coffin. Most importantly, he quietly took back the mirror under the red cloth and hid it in his pocket.

Seeing this scene, Lin Qianqian was even more convinced that this knife was a treasure. Moreover, through analyzing the actions of Wang Fugui, Li Bai, Yao Shunyu, and Jiang Cheng, the best and fastest way to deal with the head sha was to just hit it from the start. Anyway, with this knife suppressing it, as long as the head sha was beaten into submission, everything would be easy afterward, just like that little bastard Jiang Cheng did just now.

She couldn't wait to reach out for the knife, but Jiang Cheng didn't intend to give it to her. Instead, he retracted his hand and earnestly advised, "Sister Lin, trust me, don't go with the knife. This knife is useless. It can't suppress it."

Lin Qianqian snatched the knife away, thinking, "Do you think I'm blind? You can all suppress it, but I can't? Why?" But what she said was, "None of your business!"

Then, seemingly wanting to take this opportunity to vent all the anger she had accumulated, Lin Qianqian walked forward with a cold face, raised the knife, and slammed it down hard on the chosen head sha.

"You scary thing, be suppressed!"