The room fell silent for just a moment.
Wu Ling suddenly reached out and slapped Luo Mu with lightning speed.
Luo Mu looked dazed. He looked up at Wu Ling, then at the thing on his shoulder.
The talisman paper quickly disappeared, as if it had merged into Luo Mu's body.
Luo Mu panicked. He wanted to speak but held back, like a wronged young wife. He didn't dare make a sound, much less resist.
Wu Ling raised her hand, and a rope appeared in it. The other end was tied around Luo Mu.
"Do as we say, and we'll let you go," Wu Ling said concisely.
Luo Mu hurriedly said, "I can't do anything anymore... That telephone booth, it seems..."
"What can you do now?" Wu Ling asked.
Luo Mu thought for a long while, his face turning red with the effort. "Maybe... maybe I can control it a little..."
"Can you control the ghosts summoned by that telephone booth?" Wu Ling asked.
I looked at Wu Ling in surprise.
Who did she want to summon with the telephone booth?
It wasn't as though I hadn't considered why Wu Ling had asked me to bring Luo Mu here. Investigating Luo Mu's identity and studying that future world were obvious possibilities. Thinking further, the telephone booth bound to Luo Mu had some miraculous abilities, and it wasn't impossible to make use of them.
It was just that Luo Mu had basically lost control of the telephone booth. It seemed to have become some kind of independent spirit, with its own patterns of behavior. Luo Mu couldn't even figure out how it worked.
That wasn't something Luo Mu could be blamed for. To him, everything about ghosts was probably normal. The telephone booth appearing and slipping out of his control were