Chapter 778: Miss Bailey, Your Mother Is in My Hands

Elsa stared in stunned silence at the thin, yellowed sheet of paper in Tina's hand. Neatly written on it were several formulas—some familiar, others completely foreign to her. The black ink strokes, elegant and precise, resembled the type of calligraphy that seemed suited only to ancient scholars in period dramas. Even the paper carried a coarse texture, much like traditional stationery from centuries ago. Elsa blinked, her thoughts finally catching up. Suddenly, she understood Tina’s intention. “You’re saying… use these fake formulas to trade for my parents’ ashes?” Tina nodded. Courtney flipped through the formulas repeatedly, her brow furrowed. “But will this really work? Tina, what are these formulas even for?” “These came from Wraith,” Tina replied calmly. “They’re not highly toxic, and even with long-term use, they won’t cause serious harm—at most, they’ll just give someone an upset stomach.” Tina guided Elsa back to the couch and pressed her temples, her exh