Wu Ling's face was pale, and she looked asleep with her eyes closed. It reminded me of the first time I'd seen her in the real world. Back then, she'd been... a corpse...
I jumped in fright and went over to check on her. Her chest was rising and falling, so she wasn't dead.
Liu Miao's face darkened as he told us what had happened.
In fact, Liu Miao hadn't noticed anything wrong. They'd driven to the airport and waited in the departure lounge. Before boarding, the two of them hadn't spoken. Wu Ling seemed to have dozed off, leaning against her seat with her eyes closed. Liu Miao hadn't wanted to disturb her. It wasn't until they were about to board that he realized Wu Ling wasn't responding at all.
"There are no ghosts. Nothing touched her, and I didn't see any strange aura either," Liu Miao concluded.
Nangong Yao stared at Wu Ling for a long while. "It seems like something has trapped her soul."
"Where?" Liu Miao asked urgently.
"Inside her body."
"I heard her voice. Her body is fine, and her soul seems fine too. She should be aware of what's happening," Gu Mo said.
"Then what exactly is going on?" Liu Miao asked the two of them.
Both men shook their heads, their expressions grave.
"Should we get Brother Qi to try?" the Thin Man asked.
"Don't go messing around. We still don't know what's wrong. If he uses his ability and accidentally kills her, what then?" Gu Mo immediately objected, then turned to Nangong Yao. "I'm asking you—didn't you notice anything wrong?"
"All I saw was that her soul was trapped," Nangong Yao said, shaking his head.
Liu Miao sat down on the single-seat sofa across from us. "Could it be..."
We all looked