"Cough, cough!"
The girl on the bed coughed up blood, her face growing paler by the moment.
The people gathered around the bed were frantic with worry.
From the way they were dressed, I could roughly tell that the elegantly dressed, mature woman was probably the girl's family member. The other women, both young and old, were likely servants of the household.
I still couldn't understand what they were saying, and I had no idea what to do.
I was possessing the porcelain doll. There was no doubt that Wu Ling was connected to it. I couldn't just destroy it. But I couldn't bring myself to believe that Wu Ling would hurt a young girl and give off such an evil aura.
While I was at a loss, a servant led someone inside.
I turned to look and was a little surprised to see a middle-aged man. He wore a lake-green robe, and his hair was tied up with a wooden hairpin. He had a long beard and a lean build, but looked full of energy. Each step he took was steady.
He looked exactly like the archetypal reclusive master from a TV drama.
The man began to speak.
I thought he was a doctor, but he didn't seem to be planning to take the girl's pulse.
His gaze swept across the room and landed on the porcelain doll.
My heart tightened.
The middle-aged man pointed at the doll and told everyone to step back.
He approached at an unhurried pace, his fingers forming a hand seal. The way his fingers twisted and crossed looked like something an ordinary person couldn't easily manage.
I was terribly nervous, but things started to take a turn for the better.
The sinister grin twisting the porcelain doll's face softened. Some of the paint