With the rituals completed, Ji Jing felt a sense of relief wash over her.
He Xin also relaxed and patted Xue Zhong's shoulder. "It's okay, letting it out helps. Now, this paper body belongs to you, and Wu Lin can't take it away. He's lost his most important bargaining chip."
Fu Xian sighed. "Is it over?"
"We're not done yet," Jiang Tao approached with his arms loaded with snacks. "Those ghosts outside are still going crazy. It seems that Wu Lin has finally realized that his puppets are out of control."
Having eaten a few of the malevolent spirits earlier, Little Gourmand was now feeling queasy.
"In his view, he probably always thought Xue Zhong had successfully killed Xue Meng," Jiang Tao continued, "when we attempted to summon the spirit, Xue Zhong should have awakened like an ordinary malevolent spirit, carrying his paper body to meet his master. However, what he wanted has all gone down the drain!"
