Tingting is very determined, kneeling on the rune paper that I drew, enduring the pain of burning and carrying on the self sacrifice unswervingly, a plume of black flame is jumping on it.

"I hope its sincerity can move the judges." I said, now I don't know if Tingting's self sacrifice can call back the soul of Dezi.

with a brush dipped in cinnabar, I quickly drew a symbol on the paper money. Every picture of the symbol paper was thrown into Tingting's burning black flame. Every time I threw a piece of symbol paper, the black flame would be blazing.

Tingting's ghost writhes wildly, opening her mouth and roaring...