"Don't talk; wake up Hu Lu," Wu Hen immediately signaled the others to stop the chatter.
Hu Lu was sleeping soundly; it was a mystery why, in such a terrifying environment, people's vigilance could be so easily disarmed that they would fall into a deep sleep as soon as their eyes closed.
Groggily waking up, Hu Lu opened her eyes and almost screamed in fright.
The bald-headed Evil Spirit was back, and this time it was much closer, as if perching on the edge of the bed, holding a broken glass with milk turned to ash.
"Sweetie, slept well? You must be both hungry and thirsty," the bald-headed Evil Spirit inquired.
Hu Lu's eyes darted about, seeking help from the others while trying to figure out how to deal with the situation.
She attempted to call out the entity's name again.
But this time, it did not leave.
Obviously, the Naming Technique could only be used once; if targeted by the same Evil Spirit again, the trick was useless.
"You are silent; what's wrong?"