When Gu Mian came back up, he brought with him a more-or-less intact human head, a pile of busted, bent bamboo weaving, and a few scraps of paper.
The Fortune-teller had originally wanted to ask what had happened down there, but before she could, her attention was snagged by the things Gu Mian had brought up: "What are these?"
At first glance, when she saw that head, she thought Gu Mian had gone three hundred rounds with a ghost down there and finally twisted its head off to bring up for everyone to admire. Only when she leaned in close did she realize it was made of paper.
The Fortune-teller cautiously stretched out a hand and poked the head Gu Mian had casually tossed on the ground, feeling like there didn't seem to be any danger.
Gu Mian roughly went over what had happened below, focusing on how he'd run into this Paper Man down there.
