Ting Luo looked at Han Jing with a bewildered expression, then walked around in circles, tilted her head and thought for a while, then said, "Let me see."
She couldn't quite remember what was going on, but everything around her felt familiar. Although she didn't know how these were connected to her, she felt as though she had seen them before.
Ting Luo somehow produced a seashell, brought it to her lips, and gave it a gentle blow. A wonderful sound flowed out from it. At the same time, the ghost spirits that had just been attacking Xiao Xue and the others outside all rushed over, flying around Ting Luo, but did not attack.
Ting Luo looked at them and smiled as she explained to Han Jing, "They are dead souls from the undersea. I can appease them, but I have forgotten how I brought them here, so I can't figure out how to settle them."
