The two's gazes met briefly before they instinctively pulled apart,also putting distance between themselves.
"It's nothing, don't worry. These little tricks can't hurt me," QingWu said, rubbing her thumb over her fingers. "But there's something quite interesting in his mind!"
"It's a kind of restriction spell. His memory has been muddled!" QingWu shrugged. "This restriction spell is buried deep somewhere within his brain; it even managed to deceive my eyes!"
Xiao Chenyuan frowned. "is such dark magic spells exist?"
"There are countless methods in this world, but those capable of such a technique are few and far between."
"Can you do it as well?"
QingWu raised her chin with a proud arrogance. "I don't need to."
She was a ghost, after all—why would she need to learn so many different kind of magic spells? In the Underworld, battles depended on the strength of one's soul, not on spells!
