Live for money, die for it

ething slammed against the side of my car window!I, I see clearly!This thing is a shriveled, hair-covered head!"That's a head-man," Aunt Wu smiled. "The old monk from Dingguo Temple tried to practice...from" I reached out and touched the cuff of his sleeve. The quality was top-notch, definitely handcrafted high-end custom-made."Someone had burned it before, almost a hundred years ago. It's in the He...