Linghu Lan closed the documents, lost in thought.
Luo Ran'er's abnormalities all began after she received a corneal donation.
Does this mean that Luo Ran'er's ability to see ghosts wasn't innate?
With that in mind, Linghu Lan quickly made a phone call.
"Hello? I received the information, thank you, it's very detailed. There are a few questions I need to clarify: Who donated the cornea to Luo Ran'er, and what were their hobbies? What are Luo Ran'er's hobbies? What was she doing in the month before she entered the mental hospital?"
After the other party said a few words and made a promise, Linghu Lan hung up the phone.
Suddenly, she felt a chilling wind behind her, as if something strange was watching her.
Linghu Lan felt a chill and turned around abruptly.
A black vortex appeared in front of her, the lights in the room flickered, and the whole room seemed to be controlled by a strange force, making the surrounding air thick and sticky.
Linghu Lan watched all this indifferently, clenching her fists tightly, ready to explode at any moment.
The black vortex in front of her grew larger and larger, soon forming a smooth, mirror-like circle, which seemed to contain a bottomless abyss.
Linghu Lan looked closely and saw what appeared to be a figure at the other end of the black vortex. The figure had black hair that flowed like a waterfall and was dressed in a black robe, appearing and disappearing in the black vortex.
Suddenly, the person opened their eyes, their red eyes piercing through endless ages to look at Linghu Lan, and then slowly opened their arms.
Linghu Lan's heart clenched, and her hair stood on end with tension. She could feel many things flying towards her through the vortex. What could they be?
Linghu Lan quickly took out several Thunderstorm Talismans. If things went wrong, she might have to strike herself with one to ward off evil spirits.
Lately, Linghu Lan has been encountering these strange things, and she's quite bewildered...
Fifteen minutes later, something finally flew out of the black vortex, and Linghu Lan's hand, which was about to stick on the thunderstorm talisman, stopped instantly.
It was a black butterfly.
The legendary Dark Butterfly.
In the underworld, Linghu Lan had seen this thing before. It was a very beautiful butterfly that could pollinate the flowers of the other shore. Legend has it that a god found the underworld too boring and personally transformed into a butterfly to decorate it.
In whatever sense, the Dark Butterfly is harmless.
The first butterfly to emerge flew around Linghu Lan, circling her again and again, before finally landing on her forehead and giving her a gentle kiss. It then mingled with the butterflies that followed, forming a large heart. Then came another large kiss, and finally, a bouquet of flowers.
Linghu Lan: "..."
The person on the other side of the vortex...
Linghu Lan's heart suddenly stirred, and she looked into the depths of the vortex. There, the man still stood dashingly at one end. The distance was too great for Linghu Lan to tell whether it was Mo Tang or not.
But who else in this world would treat her like this, besides Mo Tang?
A bittersweet feeling welled up in Linghu Lan's heart.
A moment later, the vortex grew fainter and fainter, and one by one, the Nether Butterflies flew into the vortex, flying along it to the other side. The last Nether Butterfly gently kissed Linghu Lan's forehead and finally disappeared into the vortex.
Linghu Lan touched her forehead, feeling a deep sense of loss.
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