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Looking at the dignified and elegant woman in front of her, Tan Shuangshuang appeared bewildered, her complexion as pale as paper, her voice trembling, "What... what are you talking about?"
Luo Wanqing gave a faint smile and stretched out her slender jade-like fingers, pointing towards the woman's forehead.
Su Junwen exclaimed angrily, "Don't touch her!"
He attempted to rise, but found that his limbs were restrained, unable to move in the slightest.
Before Luo Wanqing's fingertip could touch Tan Shuangshuang's forehead, the latter's expression suddenly twisted as she let out a heart-wrenching, agonized scream.
A mass of black mist, dark as ink, burst forth from Tan Shuangshuang's mouth, swirling around her body as if a malevolent spirit had broken free from its shackles.
This sudden change left Su Junwen dumbfounded.
The black mist gradually solidified, forming a figure—it was none other than Luo Mingtang!
