At night, in the guest room of the post station.
When Sang Que briefly lost consciousness and regained it, she felt a burning pain on her arm. Her body couldn't move, and she was bound tightly by Xia Chan's hair.
The tables and chairs in the room were toppled over, the buns on the ground were rotting, and the cold Evil Mist was slowly dispersing.
"Little Chan, it's me, let go now."
Upon hearing Sang Que's voice, Xia Chan, who was crouched in the corner of the room, clutching Xuan Yu with full vigilance, burst into tears.
"Sister—"
Earlier, Sang Que had let her body be taken over by the Yin Child, wanting the Yin Child to write down the ritual for her advancement. She specifically had Xia Chan watch over her to prevent anything from going wrong.
The Yin Child had no tongue and couldn't speak after possessing her, a fact Sang Que had informed Xia Chan about in advance.
