"What, what happened to me?" Zi Di looked at her body and limbs in shock, noticing they appeared semi-translucent and gray-black in color.
On the ground lay her body, lifeless and pale from blood loss.
"So, have I become a ghost?" Zi Di realized in a daze.
At that moment, Cang Xu's voice came through, "Miss Zi Di, did you ever practice Undead Magic?"
Zi Di paused slightly, then remembered her days at the Magic Academy. There was an admirer who had given her the forbidden knowledge—a scroll of Soul-devouring Skill.
Back then, she was driven nearly mad by her bleak prospects and despairing talent, so she had practiced the Soul-devouring Skill in desperation.
However, she had never used it even once before she saw that admirer killed on the spot for practicing Undead Magic.
Although Zi Di was also scrutinized, perhaps because she had practiced the Undead Magic for only a short period and her cultivation was shallow, she was not detected.