When he slashed the sword, Qing Jing flew into the air, letting Wei Lan ride on its back. When I saw the female ghost burned to ashes, I wanted to investigate the cause and effect and kill her resentment, but unfortunately the situation did not allow it. She looked closely at where the sword light came from. The sword was as thin as a cicada's wing, glowing with silver even on a rainy night. The word "Silver Blade" was engraved on the sword.
"Thank you!"
"You're welcome." He sheathed the silver blade.
The silver blade was hidden under his umbrella. Looking back at the ashes, Wei Lan shook his head and sighed: "If you have something to say, you can't say it properly. If you meet, you will fight. Now the consequences are so tragic!" This is indeed an impulsive female ghost.
"Aside from taking your life." He paused, as if thinking for a moment, and continued, "What else can this evil ghost tell you?"