"Something like that?" Lu Yang took the projection ball. This was kind of interesting.
"When I was at the black market, I heard about these projection balls, so I bought one." As a leading force in the projection-ball industry, the Qiongqi Tribe was very interested in every new development involving projection balls.
"Does everyone who sees the female ghost in the projection ball meet with misfortune?" Qing He closed her book and came over.
"It sounds like a curse that lowers your luck for a period of time," Qing He said. She knew curses very well.
"Casting a curse is complicated. The minimum requirement is to see an object in its entirety. You shouldn't be able to cast a curse through a projection ball. But perhaps little sister Caiwei mass-produced projection balls with projection effects, making the images three-dimensional. That would meet the minimum requirement." Qing He analyzed it seriously.
The projection balls before had shown flat images; now, their images were three-dimensional.
Ao Ling and the others had never heard that projection balls could do this, either. They gathered around to watch, holding sugar paintings made by Yun Mengmeng and licking them every so often.
Lu Yang placed the projection ball in front of him and channeled spiritual energy into it. The women spread out like peacocks displaying their tails, eyes fixed on the projection ball.
The projection ball cast a three-dimensional image. As the eerie sound of an erhu began, a dry well appeared before them. Then a disheveled female ghost climbed out of it, soaked through, water dripping from her hair and clothes.
As the erhu music grew more terrifying, more and more of the female ghost emerged from the well.
At last, there was a clang, as though an erhu string had snapped. The female ghost