Wu Heng picked up the humanoid doll, inspected its joints and internal magical properties, and felt that it didn't seem to affect the ghost in any way. He nodded and said, "Possess it!"
Glenda eagerly slipped into the doll's body. In the next moment, the doll moved robotically, its limbs stiffly twisting as it gradually stood up.
After walking awkwardly for a few steps, its movements became increasingly smooth.
Crack, crack—it shook its neck twice, turned around, and asked, "How does it look?"
"I think it looks great, like a beautiful porcelain doll," Wu Heng leaned back against his chair, watching her walk back and forth, offering praise.
It was evident that Glenda was genuinely delighted.
Even though she was simply pacing around the room, the happiness she felt was palpable.
The ghost, freed from the constraints of a physical body, had also lost many things. Yet having a controllable body meant there was still plenty she could do.
