Catastrophe from Above, I Really Didn't Mean To

Every day, he had to watch Bai Lin die once. Yet when Bai Lin died right before his eyes, he could not even touch him. Once would have been fine; at most, when he thought back on it later, he would feel a slight regret.

But having it happen every day left him feeling as though he was about to die of anxiety.

Now, Qin Yang merely wanted to give it a try and get an answer.

He had become very cautious when delivering people from suffering now. It was no longer like at the beginning, when he would never let anyone slip away so long as he had the chance.

But after touching Bai Lin, the feedback Qin Yang received left him somewhat dumbfounded.

It was not as simple as usual, where it either worked or it did not.

The feedback seemed to have gone haywire. The moment one result came through, it immediately came through again, flashing over and over without stop.

Like a stuck tape recorder, it madly repeated the same sentence until it flooded the screen.

Qin Yang raised a hand and rubbed his head, feeling a little dizzy from the bombardment of information.

Fortunately, he had already gotten the answer he wanted.

Using this skill in front of an Ancient Underworld employee—a skill that could not be explained and would one hundred percent be mistaken for some other ability—who knew what might happen?

Back beneath the Yellow Springs Demon Sect, that Dried Bone Ferryman he had encountered had once told him that it was best not to let the surviving big shots of the Ancient Underworld recognize that he possessed this ability.

Qin Yang had told the truth, but the other party did not believe him. He insisted that Qin Yang's ability was the Lord