The young man looked tense as he reminded him, "Mr. Wei, Miss Wu said you only have three minutes."
Mr. Wei nodded repeatedly and urged someone to push his wheelchair closer to the two ghosts.
The man and the two ghosts clung to one another and wept.
I looked at Wu Ling.
Her eyes were still completely white, and she stood on one leg like a golden rooster. She held the blade in both hands.
Her lips moved as if she were counting silently.
Three minutes passed in the blink of an eye.
Wu Ling lowered her foot and stood firmly. She cried out something, suddenly raised the blade high, and swung it down twice.
The pig's head and the sheep's head split in two. Something flew out from inside their skulls.
The two souls were pulled along with those two clumps of something. They soared high into the air, rose into the ceiling, and disappeared.
Mr. Wei burst into tears and promptly passed out.
As for Wu Ling, she dropped to her knees, utterly drained. Her eyes returned to normal, blinked once, and closed.
The moment she fainted, the dream I was in began to shake violently again.
In a daze, I saw Mr. Wei make his will on his deathbed, thanking Wu Ling. Then I saw the old man from the Wu family taking Wu Ling to various other mansions.
Wu Ling kept casting spells, taking on job after job.
Her face grew paler and paler, and her eyes darker and darker.
I realized this part of the dream was about to end. Next should be...
Ye Qing!
The dream seemed to slam on the brakes. His figure was a little different, but I recognized that pixelated face at once.
Especially when he turned his head slightly, I