The flashlight shone to the toilet from the yard, which elongated Zhi Qiang’s shadow.

It turned out that there was another shadow in front of his, and that shadow was headless. It was wielding a massive machete, ready to hack down at any second!

Zhi Qiang was all alone in the toilet. So, whose shadow was that?

While people were scared, an old worker finally reacted. “Start praying to Grandma Huangsan!”

Several men rushed back to the shed. However, before they could get in, they all heard a screech. The shadow had slashed Zhi Qiang. They saw the head of Zhi Qiang’s shadow fall off his neck and roll on the ground. Blood spurted and streamed down…

Everybody was petrified in shock. Several workers slumped on the ground in fright. They then hid in the sheds and worshipped Grandma Huangsan for the whole night.

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