"Yang Tian, whose voice is this?"
Wang Ying instinctively asked, as she just heard a familiar voice.
The voice sounded like Wang Xiaoyu's.
But Wang Xiaoyu wasn't here, and there was no one around.
"It's Wang Xiaoyu's!"
Yang Tian said.
"Ah?"
Wang Ying, Ling Ying, and Wang Yue were all stunned, even the clever Wang Yue exclaimed, "Ghost! There's a ghost!"
"It's not a ghost, it's Wang Xiaoyu's soul. Her body has been occupied by Fierce Celestial King, leaving only the last of her spirit."
Yang Tian said.
"I see..."
While the words were such, Wang Yue's little face was still pale.
"Xiaoyu, is that you?"
Wang Ying asked.
"Sister, it's me. I'm sorry, sister, I betrayed you, but I will redeem myself. I know Fierce Celestial King's whereabouts, just follow him to reach the Dark Land."
Wang Xiaoyu's voice came from the dagger.
Upon hearing Wang Xiaoyu's words, Wang Ying nodded: "Okay, Xiaoyu, as long as you lead us to the Dark Land, we won't blame you anymore."
