I felt sick, but also somewhat relieved.
Had this woman suddenly turned on them because she'd regained Wu Ling's memories? So she really was Wu Ling, after all? Something must have gone wrong in between—perhaps the Wu family had done something to Wu Ling, just as the woman had said.
But now that Wu Ling had returned, all she had to do was leave Chen Xiaoqiu's body and go back into her own. Then I could use my ability to bring Chen Xiaoqiu and her back to life...
I felt as if the clouds had parted before my eyes, revealing the brilliant sunlight after the storm.
Suddenly, I noticed that Ye Qing, who had been standing near the front, facing the woman, had taken several steps backward.
Before I could react, the woman turned around again and fixed her cold gaze on Ye Qing.
Ye Qing's figure abruptly vanished.
The woman raised a hand. This time, she didn't draw a circle; she simply tapped the air several times.
A sharp pain flared across my face, and warm blood trickled down.
Chen Yihan shoved me straight to the floor.
Bang!
Crack!
Crash!
When I hit the ground, my head was still spinning. All I could hear was the constant clatter around me.
Chen Yihan pushed me forward, urging me to crawl, then flipped the coffee table and shoved the sofa aside, apparently trying to make cover.
Gu Mo and Nangong Yao were in just as rough a state on the other side. Gu Mo swore and ducked behind the sofa, curling up as small as he could.
"What's going on with this script? Yezi, do you even have a plan?" Gu Mo shouted.
The woman didn't seem to be trying to attack us, but she clearly wasn't sparing any thought for