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Tracy Garcia wipes away a tear, consoling herself to calm her nerves, “I am a doctor, I will definitely find a way to save him!”

In this moment of extreme desperation, it felt as though a hidden gate had been opened.

In the blink of an eye, this petite lady recalled a spell.

It seemed like it popped out of nowhere.

Even though she didn’t know this spell, in this moment of urgency, she thought of it.

Tracy isn’t concerned about why she knows this spell; all she knows is that it should be useful.

“Yes! This one!”

Tracy, her mind devoid of any other thoughts, knelt by Leonard Churchill’s side, biting her finger till it bled.

Then, she used her blood as ink, swiftly drawing a mystic Hexagram Curse Array on Leonard’s forehead.

When the formation was complete, her eyes were full of cold determination, and she shouted sharply: “Yuguisanmen-Seal!”

In an instant, three stone doors, each with an image of an evil ghost on them, appeared around the two. The derelict building they were in became filled with a sinister aura.

Tracy was oblivious to the fact that when she performed this spell, an indistinct illusion appeared behind her for the first time.

A wondrous scene ensued. Leonard’s eyes, which were rolling back as though possessed, seemed to be suppressed by some force and gradually calmed down.

Seeing this happen, a look of joy finally appeared on Tracy’s face: There’s hope!

It appeared they were not going to die after all…

This petite miss sensed Leonard’s chaotic mental power subsiding and started to cry tears of joy.

Mr. Leonard Churchill was finally not going to die.

Almost simultaneously between the moments of despair and elation, a sentence echoed in her ears: “Little Garcia, when you can’t understand the path ahead… think about your initial steps, the things you love, and what you’ve held onto.”

Just like the spell, these words suddenly sprang from her memory.

It was a moment of enlightenment.

She seemed to have realised something: “I have it! I finally understand what my mother left behind!”

Tracy began to frantically search through thousands of books stored in her storage ring, and found a book full of graffiti – Introduction to the Psychic.

This was her first step as a Spirit Communicator, a secret book copied by her mother.

Looking at the book, Tracy quickly thought of a spell array.

Once again, she used her blood to draw the Hexagram Array on the cover of the book, uttering the words, “Spirit Communication Skill!”

Upon a second glance, ‘Boom’ – it was as though the whole space was being compressed, shattered to pieces.

The book exploded spectacularly into a gigantic scroll almost as tall as a person.

The countless mysterious curses on it locked the scroll tight like chains.

Tracy, clutching the massive scroll caught off-guard, was startled.

It seemed she had only just realised what she had done.

“This…”

After a moment of shock, the petite miss finally understood that the thing her mother really wanted her to take out was this legacy scroll!

As the moment she touched the scroll, a familiar sensation surged in her heart.

However, rather than thinking about what treasure it might be, her first reaction was: there might be a treatment protocol in it!

She tried to pull the scroll apart, took a brief glance, and immediately felt a flood of information in her mind.

Yet at this very moment, she completely failed to notice that Leonard Churchill, who was beside her legs, slowly opened his eyes.

Leonard Churchill woke up.

He had a total memory loss.

Having experienced this many times before, he knew that his brain had crashed again.

As he was lying down, the moment he opened his eyes, he saw the tear- streaked face of the petite miss.

“???”

Leonard had no idea what had happened. He sat up.

Tracy was quickly searching for the information she needed in the scroll when she saw someone sit up, startling her.

As their eyes met, both were taken aback.

In Tracy’s moist, sparkling eyes, a look of unmistakable joy was plain to see, immediately turning into an ecstatic smile: “Mr. Churchill, you’ve come back to life?!”

Leonard, guessing that he must have scared the petite miss by suddenly blacking out, joked, “I’m not dead…”

Letting go of the scroll in her hands, Tracy could no longer contain her joy and gave him a big hug, crying, “Oh… it’s so good you’re alright!”

Leonard felt indifferent about all this.

He patted Tracy’s back, and looking at the giant scroll she had been holding, asked, “Hey… what’s this?”

It’s not until then that Tracy snapped back to reality, “Oh… oh!”

Her mind started to function normally once again, explaining, “It just popped into my mind, and I used spirit communication to bring it out.”

“The scroll was ‘spirit communicated’ out by you?”

Leonard guessed it must be something Tracy’s mother had left her.

However, this method of hiding was indeed surprising.

Spirit Communication Skill is usually used to connect with “spirit” targets.

A scroll could be spirit communicated?

This thing was certainly not ordinary.

Innately, Leonard glanced over and saw a blank slate, “No content?”

“Yes, there is!”

Tracy looked down and immediately paused, “Huh… there were just now.”

Only then did she realize that although she had just seen lots of text, there was now nothing at all.

Seeing her puzzled look, Leonard thought for a moment and suddenly realized, “It probably requires specific conditions to be visible.”

And it wasn’t hard to guess that the specific conditions must be related to Tracy.

Being an outsider, he didn’t expect to see anything. He casually asked, “What’s this scroll about?”