Seeing He Qing slowly walking toward her, the faceless female ghost, still prostrate on the ground, remembered the pain of being dispersed just moments ago and knew that He Qing was the originator of the Spirit Talisman, involuntarily shuddering.
Even without a face, everyone could sense its fear.
Yet, if she were really that cowardly, why did she seize the opportunity to possess Yu Dandan earlier?
Everyone was perplexed without a clue.
But soon, they no longer needed to rack their brains over it.
He Qing stepped forward, regardless of the faint resistance emanating from the blurred form of the ghost, and reached out her soft, pale hand, placing it atop the ghost's head.
Instantly, the expressions of both the person and the ghost synchronized, both becoming somewhat dazed.
He Qing only felt a void in her body, as if something was inexplicably tugging at her, quickly falling into a place shrouded with mist where nothing was clear.
