The two followed the direction of the black gas and walked on the empty village road.
‘This is the reason why you let her cast a spell on you in the first place?’ Jiang Yu squinted at Hua Ling, thinking that the girl was quite cunning.
Hua Ling knew what he was thinking just by looking at his expression, and burst out laughing. ‘You’re thinking too much. I’m not a prophet, so how would I know that this would still be useful? But…’
Jiang Yu: ‘But?’
‘I did want to leave some evidence, to see what kind of mischief she was up to.’ Hua Ling turned around and looked at Jiang Yu, who had stopped walking. ‘Why aren’t we going any further?’
Jiang Yu yawned: ‘I don’t think I’ll be needed. I’d better go back to bed.’
Hua Ling waved his hand: ‘Go to sleep. When you get up, remember to help me collect the body. After all, we’ve been master and servant for a while.’
Jiang Yu: ‘…’
Hua Ling took a paper talisman out of his pocket and muttered a spell. The talisman began to burn from the bottom, and when it was completely burnt, it turned into a palm-sized lantern, which followed the two of them and lit their way.
Hua Ling glanced at Jiang Yu and suddenly said, ‘It’s been a long night, aren’t you feeling unwell?’
Jiang Yu’s forehead veins bulged: ‘What did you say?!’
Hua Ling smiled: ‘Aren’t you going to tell me the cause of Mr. He’s illness?’
Jiang Yu snorted.
After a long while, she said, ‘Do you know the origin of the black aura in his eyebrows.’
Hua Ling nodded: ‘It is the same origin as the black aura in my palm and the aura on Mrs. He. I think that is most likely the reason why Mrs. He can maintain her human form and walk around in broad daylight.
Jiang Yu looks at her and asks, ‘So you know what it is?’
Hua Ling says she is all ears.
Jiang Yu says with a mysterious air, ‘This is demonic energy.’
Hua Ling: …