This was undoubtedly another fruitless effort, as could be gleaned from everyone's unruffled and leisurely attitude.
After all, Lu Shaodan always wore her amulet. Moreover, it wasn't disposable; the amulet that He Qing had replaced for them contained Spiritual Power that could easily handle the abilities it had previously displayed, supporting hundreds of uses without any problem.
As expected, the female ghost was repulsed and sent flying back again.
This time, it was injury added to injury.
As its form dispersed again, it took a good while longer to slowly condense into a rough shape and fully wake up.
Turning to the observers who were quietly watching, the female ghost suddenly buried her face and began making a "whimper... squeak..." sound.
Yu Dandan was somewhat at a loss—What did this sound mean?
He Qing replied expressionlessly, "Oh, it's nothing, she's just crying."
Really?
Lu Shaodan also touched her own chest.
