When I met Mrs. Sally Byde again, the lady looked even paler, almost like a fragile and lonely queen.
However, the candle spirit burned even more fiercely, its flame dazzling to the eye.
And there had been a change.
Previously, Lin An saw that the spirit involved Mrs. Sally Byde carrying a candle, the two fused into one, both possessing the texture of a white candle; as the candle burned, Mrs. Sally Byde would wail in agony.
But now, this spirit looked even more like a candle, except that the shape of the candle had completely transformed into the likeness of Mrs. Sally Byde, with the flame burning atop its head.
This time, the candle spirit no longer wailed but moaned, its voice full of suffering, its expression one of pleasure.
It even managed to utter a few sentences.
"Mmm~ah..."
——Delly, my treasure, soon, you wait for me, I will be reborn from within you.
"Mmm~ah..."
