After the mask-like thing was removed, Qu Ruorui collapsed softly onto the ground.
The ghostly mask snapped and clawed, trying to break free, but Yue Qingqing's tender palm stuck to it like glue, firmly holding it in place.
Jun Feifei slowly got up from the ground, continuously swallowing saliva.
"What is this?"
The ghostly mask bared its teeth and lunged forward, trying to pounce on Jun Feifei.
Startled, Jun Feifei raised her hand to cover her face; the bracelet on her arm lashed out again with a whip.
But the bracelet finally broke and fell to the ground.
"Behave."
Yue Qingqing brought her palms together, and amidst a piercing scream, the life gradually faded from the ghostly mask, turning into a wisp of black smoke in the center of her palm.
"Don't tell anyone about today's event."
Yue Qingqing looked at Jun Feifei, who inexplicably stepped back.
"I won't, I definitely won't say a word," Jun Feifei assured.