He’s face turned pale: ‘You, you mean…’ Although she was originally pale, she was now just a little paler.
Hua Ling nodded: ‘You wanted to know what disease your husband had, didn’t you? Now you’ve found the cause.’
He’s face drained of all colour: ‘Yes, I’ve ruined him… It’s me… I’m the one who brought him back…’
Hua Ling said, ‘To be honest, you two are kind of fated to be together. You’re protected by demonic energy and able to remain in the world of the living. If you’d stayed here peacefully, your husband wouldn’t have suffered this fate. And if you could calm your mind and use this demonic energy to cultivate, you might be able to truly break free from your bonds and regain your freedom one day.’
He’s body swayed twice, tottering – she realised that the spell that had bound her had been broken at some point.
She suddenly threw herself to the ground and knelt: ‘Doctor Hua, I beg you, save my husband. I will pay any price.’
Hua Ling looked at her: ‘What if I said that from now on you can never see him again, and you can never be with him?’
He didn’t even hesitate for half a second: ‘I promise.’
Hua Ling gave a smile. ‘This is not something I can decide. There is a mastermind behind this injustice, and someone will seek justice for the villagers who died in vain. In fact, knowing the cause of the illness, it is not impossible to save your husband.’
Jiang Yu, who had been left alone for a long time, impatiently said, ‘Women are trouble, dragging their feet and not being decisive. When can I kill this thing and make soup?’ He was referring to the fly that had been used as a cushion for a long time.
Hua Ling glanced at him and said, ‘Oh? I dare you to cook it and I dare you to eat it?’
Jiang Yu’s face turned pale: ‘…
Food is not a necessity for a sword spirit, but he has always loved to taste good food. Therefore, he had previously tried Hua Ling’s cooking on his own initiative… It was unprecedented, fresh in his memory, and unforgettable… Why did he mention stewed soup? Why…
Hua Ling said, ‘Keep it, you’ll need it later.’
Jiang Yu said, ‘…huh.’ He still had lingering fears in his heart about Hua Ling mentioning cooking, and was afraid that the topic would come back around, so he didn’t say anything more.
Fei said, ‘…,’ In the face of an absolute disparity in power, the monster could only hang its head listlessly and remain silent. Man is the knife and the table, I am the fish. For the second time in his life, his fate was completely in the hands of others, and the taste of it was really better left unsaid…