A short while later, Madam Zheng came to.
Ling Lihua released her hand, stepped back, and observed the sick woman.
Madam Zheng opened her eyes slowly, only to be greeted by the sight of Ling Lihua.
When she recognized the person standing in front of her, her pupils dilated. "A, a ghost…"
As she had not spoken for a long time, her voice was hoarse and unpleasant to the ears, like the creaking of broken bellows.
Ling Lihua curled her lip and looked at her coldly. "That's right. I'm a ghost, and I've come to claim your life…"
Madam Zheng shrank back in terror. "Please don't kill me, please don't kill me. Back then, I only came back out of the blue because someone told me to, I never wanted to hurt you…"
Ling Lihua frowned. "Who told you to?"
Lu Liangwei hurriedly added, "Hurry up and tell us, and we might cure you of the poison."
