The Ghosts present, no matter how inexperienced, could roughly guess just by intuition.
This horrifying wood carving must have once been a living person, or possibly a Ghost.
It couldn't possibly be an actual wood carving made from wood.
Just by looking at the burning pale green flames, they felt as if their own bodies were on fire.
They seemed to already hear the woeful moans of a Soul in agony.
Unconsciously, an image formed in their minds.
A Red Monster, almost a shadow in its darkness, flashed a toothy grin, its two rows of white teeth showing, clutching someone's neck with a single hand.
Then with the other hand, it reached into the person's body, ruthlessly twisting their Soul into a wick and lighting it.
Through an evil spell, it turned a living person into a motionless wood carving, doomed to stand here forever, enduring the torment of their burning Soul.
Even more terrifying was that this person couldn't even scream out in anguish.
