C288 It was another nameplate …

The Eight Treasures Demon Fighting Pestle in his hands buzzed again. It suddenly broke free from my palm, and when it reappeared, it was already in Ksitigarbha's incomparably shriveled hand. I didn't know how to judge the back of that hand. I thought that might be the real thing. A layer of old man's skin was wrapped around the skinny bones. It was still as thin as before