Song Shijiu, having received a suggestion, practised the skills with incredible diligence; but she was entirely without a foundation, and without method, only relying on holding her breath with rapt attention; it really caused one embarrassment; having practised for a few days, there wasn’t even any progress. So, she went to plead with A Yin, saying that before she’d given the incantation “as lovely as a flower”, which had been very useful; and, she thought about others’ magic; most of the time, they also needed incantations to be recited to work, and she asked A Yin to use her mind, and gift her another one. A Yin cracked a melon seed, and spat the shell into the handkerchief, carelessly getting a small amount on the corner of her mouth; she raised her hand to grab it, considering carefully. It had to be fierce and succinct, as well as useful. “Then…” She wrapped the melon seed in the handkerchief, and said, “Go drop dead.” Tu Laoyao snorted, laughing with more liveliness than a pig. ...