This setup looked intimidating enough, but upon closer inspection, setting aside the Western elements for a moment, the scribbles on the yellow talisman paper and the array on the floor were nothing but cheap parlor tricks—they were completely useless.
However, the filth the girl on the bed was vomiting was all too real.
I took a deep breath. A sense of unease welled up inside me, but I forced myself to remain calm and walked over to the bed to assess the situation. The girl’s face was as pale as paper, her forehead drenched in cold sweat; she looked like someone who already had one foot in the grave.
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