" She adjusted her glasses and said, "Erang, you should inquire further and see if you can establish communication while I search for relevant information.

" With that, Ling Jing Jing moved to a corner table.

Retrieving book after book from her spatial pocket.

Engrossed in her research.

She muttered repeatedly, questioning why this should occur.

Ling Erang flicked the energy infused whip he had created, observing the seemingly foolishly happy sprites.

He began to inquire about the situation in his own manner, though the process might be somewhat unfriendly.

The first to take action was Dong Yojiio.

Due to his tough exterior and position as vice captain, since they seemed so joyful, he thought to test whether a lash might bring them back to reality and remind them of their duties as members of the enforcement team.

Crack Ling Erang controlled the force of the whip, ensuring it stung, but did not injure the sprites.

Upon contact, Dongju Ju let out a foolish laugh, seemingly recognizing his superior, and exclaimed, "Great leader, I'm so happy.

Let s dance together.

Ling urch felt a twitch in his eyelids.

What on earth was happening? Dancing indeed.

Chapter 176.

Emotions.

Lingong delivered another lash.

It was not painful, just a bit firm.

After all, a bit of discomfort was necessary.

Dong Juio twisted its body, figning a reaction as if the strike had been too gentle.

Ling Erang felt a tingle at the back of his head.

The question arose whether to infuse more spiritual energy into the strike to intensify its impact.

Thus, he decided to deliver another blow.

It felt satisfying.

Dong Guji squealled in delight, expressing gratitude.

Thank you, esteemed master, for the massage.

It continued, "I was so happy after eating the Jen Jojo, but alas, it is gone.

If only you would have a taste, too.

" He Ling Erang seized upon this pivotal information.

Jen Gio.

What manner of being was this? Was it a plant, an animal, or some peculiar species? Or perhaps it was merely a name for an object? Ling urchathed his whip.

His intent was not to harm the sprite, for the whip served merely as a tool for gathering information, one he would not wield lightly.

He approached Ling Jing Jing, shaking her with one claw while pointing at Dongju with a whip in the other.

Jing Jing, did you hear that? Dong Jujio has mentioned a crucial detail.

They seem to have consumed something called Jin Gio.

Ling Urchang<unk>s voice brimmed with excitement.

This anomaly must be linked to that entity.

I suspect the Jin Guu might be an evolved form of the ghost head mushroom.

He continued his train of thought.

Ling Jing Jing interjected.

I heard you.

Please stop shaking me.

I'm feeling quite dizzy.

Ling released her gently, murmuring an apology.

Ling Jing Jing adjusted her slipping glasses and gestured toward the book, stating, "You are aware that our little sprites possess a remarkable resistance to toxins akin to that of deities.

Most poisons are ineffective against us.

" The text in this tome details the mechanisms by which hallucinogenic toxins enter biological organisms.

Generally, they must first be absorbed, subsequently entering the bloodstream, and then they affect the mind through the body.

Ling Erang glanced at the text, feeling overwhelmed by its complexity.

He marveled at how Ling Jing Jing could extract critical knowledge from such a hefty volume.

Truly, she was the most aerodite of teachers, her wisdom boundless.

Ling Jing Jing continued her exposition.

As for the ghost head mushroom and similar organisms, their consumption would undoubtedly leave residual substances within the body.

I have previously conducted tests and discovered a volatile tarpine compound that induces euphoria in sprites.

However, upon inspection, I found no such residues in this group of sprites.

Ling Erang was perplexed, scratching his head as toughs of fur began to shed in clumps.

Yet, Dong Jojo had claimed to have consumed something.

Ling Erang reiterated this fact.

Convinced that Dongjo's statement was true, they must have ingested something that caused this anomaly.

This aligned with his understanding.

Unless they consumed an incorporeal being like a spectre, I should be able to detect it, he stated.

What if they did consume a being like a spectre? Ling Erang hypothesized, following Ling Jing Jing<unk>s line of thought.

Ling Jing Jing tilted her head to consider him before responding.

That is a possibility.

Do not rush.

I shall seek out information regarding the consumption of spirits.

After speaking, it closed the book and retrieved a new one from the chain of space.

Ling Erang sat patiently on one side, occasionally engaging in conversation with Dong Jujio, hoping to elicit new information.

However, Dong Jujio repeatedly cheerfully invited it to dance and suggested it take a few more lashes, then echoed the phrase, "Jenuji is delicious.

" When Ling Urchang inquired about the origin of Jen Gio, Dongoji could not provide a clear explanation.

The recent lashes made Ling Erang realize that its current state was one of unawareness, prompting it to abandon this method, primarily continuing to strike would inevitably harm even the resilient Dong Gio.

And Linger Chang did not wish to harm any of the little spirits.

Finding the root of the problem was of utmost importance.

Time passed gradually marked by distant chimes that rang briefly every 15 minutes with a longer toll at the top of each hour.

These varying lengths served as reminders of the current time.

Thus, Ling Erang kept vigil over a group of little spirits passing hour after hour.

Whenever a little spirit, particularly the voseiferous by Chidian, showed signs of mischief, it swiftly cast a silencing spell to restore tranquility.

Ling Urchang<unk>s eyes battle fatigue, having guarded them for an indeterminate duration, long enough for the once exuberant little spirits to succumb to slumber, sprawled on the ground.

In the interim, it ventured to the lounge to fetch a blanket, gently covering each sleeping little spirit.

For some reason, in the realm of spirits, whether in cold or warmth, it was essential to cover the navl while sleeping.

Even without a blanket, a leaf would suffice.

This custom was ingrained in every little spirit from birth.

Perhaps a habit bestowed by the divine, etched into all born into this realm.

Taking care of this group of little spirits, Ling Erang remained vigilant.

It did not sleep as Jing Jing was still working, and it wanted to be awake and ready to assist when needed.

Suddenly, a noise broke the stillness.

Ling Erang, yawning, immediately awakened and turned toward the source of the sound.

It was Jing Jing<unk>s direction who appeared to be agitated, leaping about on the book in a frenzy, her fur disheveled.

What is wrong, Jing Jing? Ling Erang inquired with concern.

Jing Jing replied, "I can't find anything.

There is absolutely no information on edible ghosts, nor any books describing their taste.

" After a brief chaotic outburst, she seemed to calm down slightly, expressing her frustration by repeating, "I can't<unk>t find any relevant materials.

" Let be.

Ling Erchang offered comfort, suggesting that once everyone awoke, they might find clarity.

It was merely a conjecture not worth such distress.

Ling Erang gazed at the little spirits sprawled across the room.

Then at the tousled fluffy Jing Jing.

Jing Jing, why don't you rest in a lounge for a bit? You've worked hard.

Thank you, but I'm not tired, she replied.

Ling Jing Jing felt a profound sense of dejection curled up tightly in a corner pressed against the wall.