Carlos Had Actually Been Possessed by Yu Xing

Yu Xing believed he could succeed.

He was able to transfer the power of curses to others for tracking and location a long time ago. In reality, when he located Ling Heng, the location range even followed Ling Heng to the airport.

However, after solving the serial murder case in Fuhua City and killing Han Xinyi, he stopped paying attention to Ling Heng. He wondered if, a year later, the infatuated man had resurrected his terrible girlfriend.

But that's all getting off-topic.

Holding the small paper figure in his hand, Yu Xing searched the archives for a while and successfully found a ballpoint pen that was placed on the desk in the archives. Whenever new files were put into storage, many forms would need to be filled out, so he knew that there would be a pen here in case of need.

After getting the ballpoint pen, he spread the paper figure out on the table and began to redraw the face of the paper figure.

To be fair, according to Carlos's ability rules, with his current level of facial precision, even someone more skilled at tracking wouldn't be able to use it, let alone him.

He quickly covered up the messy, scrawled features of the paper figure, cleverly changing the original ink stains into the background color of a new, beautiful face. Many people probably did this to the figures in their textbooks when they were in school.

After he finished drawing the facial features, he also redrawn the paper figure's bangs to make the whole picture more harmonious.

Carlos's hastily made paper artifacts were transformed in Yu Xing's hands. Yu Xing curled the corners of her lips and released a wisp of cursed aura to test them.

The black mist enveloped the paper figure's body without triggering any defense mechanisms, but when he manipulated the black mist to continue invading the rules on the paper figure, he felt a clear rejection.

Yu Xing's pupils shone brightly, blooming with a deep blue hue. Starting from the edge of her eyeballs, the icy color gradually seeped inwards, and within that cold hue, the reflection of the paper figure slowly emerged.

Previously, he couldn't see any rules and could only figure them out on his own. But now, in his eyes, the paper figure that was originally empty around him is now surrounded by various auras that are difficult to describe in words.

His eyes materialized this aura, just as the Witch had previously materialized the power of time into golden trails; the power surrounding the little paper figure was also revealed.

There were strands of something similar to Carlos's hair color, which were guarding the surface of the little paper figure in a very regular manner, constantly moving around. Whenever a breath passed by, the seemingly harmless gray-blue color would always tear the space apart little by little, forming terrifying cracks.

Although the crack was very small, so small that it was invisible to the naked eye of ordinary people, Yu Xing had traveled between two worlds in the spatial passage and was very familiar with this power.

This is... the power of space.

If spatial power absolutely needs to be observed, then it's the grayish-blue color of Carlos's hair.

Time is dark gold, space is grayish blue, and both curses and shadows manifest as darkness. However, upon closer examination, Yu Xing's curse power is black, Zhao Yijiu's shadow power is dark.

Yu Xing also thought that the true form of Qu Xuanqing's Wicked Grace should symbolize slaughter, and slaughter is blood red.

Are these the manifestations of various primordial forces?

Only when one possesses a certain level of primal power can one glimpse other powers?

Until one reaches a certain level, one can never truly comprehend what the world looks like from the perspective of those at that level.

Just like Yu Xing n't understand how strong the Lingren were, why they could stand still and turn everyone around them into blood, why they could sense everything from a great distance, and why they could manipulate other people's despair.

Now he finally understands.

Yu Xing stared at the spatial rules on the little paper figure, attempting to alter them with his own curse.

He carefully observed the flow of spatial power and tried to let the black mist get closer. The result was that the black mist could not get close to the space at all. Whenever it got too close, it would be shattered by the cracks around the spatial aura. If he wanted to destroy the paper figure, the power of the space would not be triggered. Only if he tried to change the rules would this happen.

After Yu Xing finished his probing, he began to take real action.

He guided the black mist along the direction of spatial movement, "joining" the rule barrier surrounding the paper figure. Strands of black mist, as fine as hair, gradually mixed into the spatial power. This process was relatively slow, but it was successful. The black mist accumulated little by little, eventually enveloping every strand of spatial power that was moving around.

They flow together according to their original pattern.

Yu Xing's control was extremely precise. The power of space gradually adapted to the power of the curse lingering nearby. So when Yu Xing tightened the curse power that was enveloping it instantly, the spatial rift didn't even have time to open before it was completely attached.

The power of the curse began to devour and assimilate the power of space.

In short, Yu Xing assimilated the power that Carlos had attached to the paper doll into his own.

The power of space has a fundamental connection with Carlos, but it is very subtle. This is just one of Carlos's several paper figures, and a rather sloppy one at that, so Yu Xing's actions are not so easy to detect.

It took Yu Xing a full five minutes to complete his masterpiece.

Now, the rules governing the paper figure remain unchanged, but its original power has transformed into a curse.

Yu Xing's consciousness was connected to the paper figure, and she felt a thin thread connecting the paper figure to nothingness.

This is it!

His consciousness followed this line, extending all the way into nothingness.

After Yu Xing's consciousness left his body, he was no longer bound by his senses of touch, sight, taste, smell, etc. He was left with only sensation. He followed the thin line in the darkness and moved forward. Around him were strange blocks of color, meaningless, just like the white lines that Zhao Yijiu could see when she led him through the shadows.

As he gradually approached his target, from a conscious perspective, his target, Carlos, was a cluster of vibrant, lively, and inexplicably striking blocks of color.

The reason it's described as breathtaking is because the color blocks are vibrant and full of life. Their blurriness carries a powerful spiritual appeal, and looking directly at these color blocks evokes a sense of awe and beauty, akin to staring at a colossal creature in the deep sea.

Yu Xing pounced on him immediately.

Her five senses returned instantly, and Yu Xing's vision returned to normal. Everything around her was clear and distinct: the lights overhead, the conversations and laughter of people nearby, the warmth of her skin... There seemed to be many people here; perhaps it was the base's dormitory?

Carlos was indeed hiding in the crowded dormitory.

Yu Xing tried to look down to see what he had become. In his imagination, he was the paper doll he had transformed, who had tracked down to another paper doll in Carlos's pocket.

But he found that he couldn't lower his head; not only his head, but he couldn't move any other part of his body either.

He might not be on the paper doll.

There was a Yugi in front of him, but Yu Xing could see a girl between him and the Yugi. The girl was playing Yugi, and Carlos's voice was filled with patience and amusement. "It's okay to lose. The fighting buttons for this character are a bit hard to press. Let's switch to an easier beginner character next time."

The girl happily agreed.

Yu Xing: "..."

He realized that something was wrong with his situation.

His gaze seemed to completely overlap with Carlos's. When Carlos spoke, it didn't sound like it was coming from anywhere else; it was as if... he and Carlos had become one.

Could this be considered... possession, something only ghosts can achieve?