"I have a way to keep them from finding this place." Wen Xiao’ai said, then began to take action.
She was extremely grateful that she had secretly learned a bunch of Netherworld spells and forbidden techniques back then.
Soon, a light purple barrier spread rapidly from Wen Xiao’ai, enveloping the entire operating room.
She isolated the operating room from the outside world, and this kind of barrier was specifically a diversionary tactic against Ghost Messengers.
This is the Human Realm, unlike other places where demonic and celestial spells run rampant, even if the Ghost Messengers suspect something, they probably wouldn’t think much of it.
As long as she resurrected Shangguan Yu before they could take his soul, it would be fine.
Otherwise, she would have to chase them to the Netherworld.
"Sister, are you confident?"
"I, I’ve seen the Medicine King perform a technique that can bring the dead back to life, and he taught me, but I haven’t really used it, and I don’t have any spiritual medicine on me, nor anyone to help me."
"How about we ask that guy in black for help?" Baozi had a sudden inspiration.
Speaking of the guy in black, Wen Xiao’ai couldn’t help but think of the blurry black-clad man in her dreams.
Every time she dreamed of him, he was always in black.
"The one who helped you fight against the fierce ghost last time, and later helped you save Jun Moyan, the one from the Demon Realm, wearing a mask."
"...Where would I find him?"
"Uh... right." Baozi scratched his head awkwardly but couldn’t come up with anything.
"I should have followed the Medicine King more closely back then." Wen Xiao’ai was filled with regret.
"I’ll try first; if it doesn’t work, I have other ways."
"I’ll keep watch for you, be more careful, don’t push it if it doesn’t work, or else you won’t just fail to save him, you’ll suffer backlash and get badly hurt yourself."
With that, Baozi retreated to the door of the operating room, but he hadn’t even steadied himself before he felt the powerful dark aura from Jun Moyan outside, suffocating him. He quickly moved to the other side, distancing himself from Jun Moyan.
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Wen Xiao’ai steadied herself, recalling the scene of the Medicine King casting healing spells in her mind, then took a deep breath.
She encouraged herself.
She could do it, she had saved other little demons who hadn’t yet gained full consciousness, and she’d saved the old man named Bai, she could definitely do it.
As soon as she saved Shangguan Yu, Jun Moyan would be so very happy.
Thinking of this, Wen Xiao’ai suddenly felt full of confidence.
She began using the method taught by the Medicine King, first injecting her own spiritual power into Shangguan Yu’s body, attempting to repair his dead organs...
The operating room was suddenly filled with brilliant purple light, so bright it was hard on the eyes, Wen Xiao’ai’s aura poured out, her spiritual power wrapped like ribbons around Shangguan Yu, dancing and encasing him entirely, threading into his body bit by bit.
Baozi stood to the side, so nervous his heart was in his throat, even more tense than Wen Xiao’ai.
From time to time, he checked to sense whether the Ghost Messengers were arriving. Fortunately, for some reason, the Netherworld had been in a perpetual state of unrest lately, leaving the Ghost Messengers unable to even attend to their own realm, let alone the newly deceased spirits.
As seconds and minutes passed, Wen Xiao’ai’s face began to turn pale from its once rosy complexion, and even her hands performing the spell were starting to become unsteady.