Wen Yan really admired Qing Xuzi. It seemed like he could actually do anything, and could explain everything in a simple way. Or rather, he could always come up with some excuse to bluff his way through anything.
Qing Xuzi was treating the Red Skirt Ghost, and Wen Yan honestly couldn't understand any of it. Anyway, he used at least seven or eight different magic artifacts during treatment.
He could sense that the Red Skirt Ghost, who was on the verge of dissipating, was thoroughly stabilized after Qing Xuzi's series of moves.
The Red Skirt Ghost, now with only half her body left, was standing on one leg where she was, her body densely riddled with hundreds of thin silver needles—so many that some of them had practically gone right through her.
Only a ghost could handle that. If any living person had dozens of needles stuck in their head, ten centimeters deep into their brain, it'd be a miracle if they didn't die.
