No one was destined to answer Zhuge Yuan's question. As far as anyone else present was concerned, this thing was simply called a Matuo.
At this very moment, Li Huowang was even less able to answer; he didn't even have a head.
But in that instant when his entire head was blown apart, Li Huowang finally saw the true form of this invisible thing.
Compared to the previous idol, it did indeed wear a conical hat. Clearly, that statue had been modeled after it.
However, the statue was only a part of this Matuo; another part of it could not be represented in stone.
That conical hat was not its head—it was its heart. The streaks of red extending from it were blood vessels that spread throughout its body.
Above the heart was an even stranger part: an untouchable head.
Its head was a constantly shifting amalgamation of beasts, eternally regenerating and shedding. The detached parts flowed down along red cloth strips toward the conical hat, creating an ominous and terrifying appearance.
