"The ones with the Tong surname and the Yin surname?"
"I haven't felt anything unusual about them at all," Zhu'er said with an innocent and cute look.
"Then do you know that the ones with the Yin surname and the Tong surname can use sorcery?" Zhao Yun said with a peculiar expression.
Upon hearing this, Zhu'er immediately walked up to Zhao Yun, and then pressed her fair palm against Zhao Yun's smooth forehead: "Sister Yun, you aren't sick, are you? How could you speak such nonsense?"
"Nonsense?" Zhao Yun's gaze fixed as she stared at Zhu'er, and the formless, invisible gas within a radius of three zhang outside her body began to flow at extreme speed.
Zhu'er's hands and feet were instantly bound by a formless force, rendering her completely unable to move.
Frightened by the sudden situation, Zhu'er let out shrieks and desperately tried to break free, yet her strength appeared so feeble at this moment, and her feet slowly left the ground.
"Sister Yun! There's a ghost here, run quickly!"
Sitting in a chair and sipping light tea, Zhao Yun heard these words from Zhu'er, and her hand holding the teacup exerted slight force, almost crushing the cup. When Zhu'er encountered danger, she did not call for Zhao Yun to save her, but instead told her to run quickly, which warmed Zhao Yun's heart, but her face immediately darkened: "Is the ghost you're talking about me?"
Zhu'er was stunned by the question, and then cried out anxiously again: "Sister Yun! Don't keep zoning out, run quickly! If you get trapped, you're done for."
Zhao Yun took a deep breath, calmed her emotions, and then waved her hand to release Zhu'er.
Zhu'er, having landed back on the ground, reacted at this point as well, and immediately said excitedly: "Sister