"Mianmian would rather it be the mistress punishing him, because that way there would be an antidote." Ghost Face's tears streamed down his face as he grimaced, and the sound of bones breaking came from his body again.

Xi Que and An Zijin felt pained and heartbroken when they heard this, wishing they could share some of his burden.

"Miss, why don't we call the four elders to come and take a look at Ghostface? More people means more ideas, and perhaps one of them has never seen Ghostface like this before," said the usually carefree Magpie, her voice trembling with anxiety.

Ji Fengyao shook her head without speaking, not because she was arrogant:

In her previous life, she grew up in the Dan Sect under the watchful eyes of several elders.

The four elders may not know the extent of her abilities.

But she knew perfectly well how capable the four elders were.

The case of Ghost Face is unique even in the Danling Continent. It has nothing to do with spiritual power, demonic energy, or any external force.

It is the ghost's own bones that are constantly breaking and repairing themselves for unknown reasons.

She thought for a long time before coming up with an analogy that even she found incredible: it was as if there was a program code inside the Ghost Face's body, and this code happened to be triggered, so the bone breaking wouldn't stop until the program was completely reorganized.

The previous times she came, Ghost Mask had either just broken his bones or the bones had already been repaired.

This was the first time I happened to witness him breaking his own bone.

Ji Fengyao didn't pay attention to answering Xi Que.

She channeled all her divine sense into the Ghost Face's body, carefully observing the process of his broken bones and repair.

"Miss..." Xi Que was very anxious as he saw Ji Fengyao remain silent and listened to the cracking sounds of breaking bones and screams from the ghost mask.

Before he could say anything more, An Zijin stopped him.

An Zijin silently shook her head at Xique and said telepathically, "Miss is diagnosing Ghost Face, don't disturb her."

“But…” It wasn’t that Xique didn’t believe Ji Fengyao, but she couldn’t bear to see the ghost face so miserable.

She is very easygoing, but when it comes to those close to her, her heart is softer than anyone else's.

An Zijin simply pulled Xique out of the thatched hut, and the two of them stood guard at the door: "Xique, don't worry. Miss loves Guimian more than you and I do. She must be more anxious than we are right now. Let's not add to Miss's pressure or make things worse."

"Yes, my young lady is the most powerful person in the world, I can't lose my composure," Xique nodded repeatedly to convince herself.

Ji Fengyao, who was inside the room, couldn't think about anything else. She "watched" the bones and muscles inside the Ghost Face being attached to, broken, and crushed by a mysterious dark substance, and then repaired by the Ghost Face's own spiritual power and the powerful effects of her pills, in an endless cycle.

At first glance, the repaired bones and muscles didn't seem special, but Ji Fengyao only realized that there were differences after witnessing the whole process of the old and new bones and muscles being reconstructed: the bones and muscles after reconstruction were darker in color than before reconstruction.

However, the color change was so subtle that it would be impossible to detect if you looked at the area before and after the bone was broken.

It was as if those dark substances, during the reorganization of the demon mask's bones and muscles, gradually adhered to it and became part of the demon mask itself.

Ji Fengyao tried to touch the dark substance with her divine sense, and immediately felt a wave of despair and despondency. It was as if she had suddenly fallen into an endless abyss, from which she could never escape, and only ending her own life could end this endless imprisonment.