The puppet stood three feet tall, leaning against the wall of the courtyard. Its entire body was made of unknown dried grass. It had a large head and a small body. On its abnormally large head, there was a grayish lump wrapped in dried grass.,Lu Xuan glared at the tumor-headed grass puppet with a look of exasperation. Qi surged within him, and wisps of spiritual rain appeared above the Lingying Grass and the Eclipse Moon Tree, falling onto their branches and leaves, seeping into them.,In an instant, countless light spots on the sphere of light surged into his palm, and an idea involuntarily flashed through his mind.。