The other party ignored him and handed him a phone. There was a video on the phone.
In the pentagram sat a young girl. Her eyes were scarlet, and a spirit pendulum floated in front of her, swaying violently.
There was an hourglass on the ground in front of her. There was only the last bit of sand left.
Suddenly, the pendulum in front of her shattered. Broken glass flew everywhere. The girl's face was cut, and blood hung on her face like two streaks of tears.
"What?" The girl spat out a mouthful of bright red blood and fell to the ground.
The video came to an abrupt end.
"How is she now?" Yan Bin asked the man in front of him.
"The person who summoned Yan Huai's soul is indeed an expert. She has already done her best. I'm afraid she will have to recuperate again during this period of time."
Yan Bin clenched his fists tightly.
"What do you mean? Can't she work for us for a while?"
