The time it took for half a stick of incense to burn was even shorter than imagined.
Not long after Zhang Youhong personally dealt with those five Ghost Tamers from the Republican Era, her solid body began to gradually turn illusory again, like smoke that would scatter with a single gust of wind.
"My time is up. It is time for me to go. I'll leave the rest to you."
She still wore a smile on her face. Then she turned around and walked toward the misty distance with graceful steps.
Yang Jian said nothing, merely watching Zhang Youhong leave.
Soon, her figure drifted farther and farther away, becoming increasingly faint. In the end, her body could no longer maintain its form and directly turned into a wisp of green smoke that scattered in all directions.
All that remained where Zhang Youhong had vanished was a short stub of incense that was about to burn out.
"She left quite freely." After seeing her off, Yang Jian looked toward where Sister Hong was standing.
Sister Hong's body had now returned to normal, but she stood still with her eyes closed, as though she had fallen asleep. However, as Zhang Youhong departed, Sister Hong's consciousness gradually awakened again.
After a short while, Sister Hong opened her eyes. The familiar smile remained on her face. "I told you I could handle this. I personally buried all five of them in this graveyard. You should be satisfied now, right?"
Yang Jian's expression was calm. "You should be grateful that your past life left behind such a method. But I hope today will not be the last time you use it. You may need it again in the future."
"That depends on my mood." Sister Hong said with a smile.
Yang Jian said, "Also, do