Wen Xinya stared at the doll on the ground which had words scribbled on it in blood. However, she could tell that they were her birth characters. There was a needle stuck in the middle, which looked extremely terrifying. "It's witchcraft!"
Pangs of panic engulfed Ning Shuqian the moment she discovered that the doll had fallen onto the ground. She could not be bothered about the pain her hip and instead proceeded to grab the doll and clutched it tightly in her hand. The doll was her only hope, she could not afford to lose it.
Wen Xinya walked towards her slowly in an intimidating manner. She squatted down beside Ning Shuqian, who was grabbing tightly onto the hand of the doll. She then pulled Ning Shuqian's fingers away, one by one.
