In the dead of night, Bai Mengjin sat cross-legged on her bed, the Yin-Yang Umbrella emerging from her inner sanctum.
Under the influence of the demonic qi, the umbrella unfurled on its own, hovering in mid-air as a woman in close-fitting attire slowly materialized.
Unlike when she was alive, Hu Erniang’s expression was wooden, her eyes listless, and her body stiff.
Chapter 60