I saw that the skin beneath my palm had turned to porcelain. It gleamed like white china, looking not beautiful, but eerie.
Wu Ling's face still looked normal, but both her arms had turned to porcelain.
The Wu family members below were still arguing. They might not have noticed the change yet.
Wu Ling's body grew heavy, her hands drooping as ropes held her whole body suspended.
Three women screamed inside the room.
Wu Ling suddenly dropped, catching them—and me—by surprise.
I was still holding her arm, so she dragged me down with her and landed on the floor.
With a bang, Wu Ling's feet smashed a hole in the floorboards.
The three women tumbled into a heap. Their hands were bloody, and they wept, screamed, and cursed.
I stared intently at Wu Ling.
Her eyes were still open, but they had lost the lifelike quality of human eyes.
Her face had turned to porcelain too, just like the porcelain doll Ye Qing had brought back.
My heart pounded as I called out "Wu Ling" several times, still clutching her arm.
Nothing. No soul... I couldn't feel Wu Ling's soul.
Where was it?
Where was her soul?
I searched around, and a sudden flash of inspiration made me look up.
Beneath the roof beam above, where Wu Ling had been hanging just moments ago, a translucent figure floated in the air.
Relieved, I hurriedly flew back up. I was just about to call out to Wu Ling when I saw the struggle on her face.
"Wu Ling!" I grabbed her wrist. "Hey, can you hear me? Wu Ling!"
Her face was still twisted with pain and struggle.
Below, the Wu family began shouting and arguing again.
It was the spirit... I saw the cold detachment flash across Wu Ling's face