Facing the ferocious and malevolent ghostly head, the people on the boat reacted with varying expressions. Although Mrs. Chen's face turned slightly pale, she appeared relatively composed. She took a deep breath, her ample bosom rising and falling briefly, and took out a white porcelain bottle from an unknown place. Pulling out the stopper, she gave it a shake, and a wisp of green smoke slowly rose into the air.
The ghostly head was hit directly by the green smoke, flipping mid-air, but seemed to have suffered no harm. After shaking its head, it surged forward again.
This time, Mrs. Chen had no other options. She let go of the porcelain bottle, allowing it to fall to the ground. A sorrowful smile spread across her face, as though she had resigned herself to fate.
