The moment Jiang Ya heard Lingling's voice, she sank into utter despair.
She had never expected her final, desperate gamble to fail after all!
Forget it... perhaps this was simply fate.
It was just such a shame about Lingling. The child was so talented, yet she had to die here.
Lingling, once we reach the other side, I'll treat you twice as well!
Jiang Ya lamented inwardly, blaming the cruel twists of fate.
But even after she had lain there for quite some time, no Evil Spirits attacked.
How strange.
What were those Evil Spirits doing?
Could they be devouring Lingling?
She wanted to open her eyes and look, but she was afraid the sight would be too horrific.
So she simply stopped worrying about it, spread her hands, and quietly waited for death to come.
Meanwhile, Tang Xiaoling was crouching beside her. Even after she called out, the pretty lady still showed no response.
She immediately reached out a finger and gently poked Jiang Ya's cheek.
"Wake up, miss. The ground's cold."
Jiang Ya: ...
Lingling, were you dead?
Was this your soul speaking to me now?
Poor child...
But soon, when she felt that finger against her skin, she realized something was wrong.
Why was that little finger still warm?
Could it be that the Evil Spirits hadn't attacked them?
But that couldn't be right!
Those things had no humanity whatsoever. Why would they let such juicy prey go instead of devouring them?
Driven by curiosity, Jiang Ya finally couldn't resist cracking her eyes open.
But what greeted her was Tang Xiaoling's worried expression.
Then she slowly opened her eyes wider, only for the sight before her to leave her utterly dumbfounded.
All several hundred Evil Spirits were prostrating themselves respectfully on the ground.
Their bodies trembled constantly,