I realized that this man could no longer be considered human. It was as if a ghost had possessed his body. He had lost the traits of the living and taken on more of the traits of a ghost.
The man was unaware of my presence. As he drew, he bent forward and straightened up, completing a human-shaped outline almost in one fluid motion.
Then he turned to face the others in the room.
I saw that his eyes had turned a strange gray. There was madness in his gaze, along with fear.
But his expression was twisted as he roared at them, "Look, I drew it! So what? Is there a problem? Is it haunted or not?!"
"Mr. Luo, this isn't about whether it's haunted. Your son was scribbling on the walls in a public area. Our doctors and nurses were only trying to stop him..." an older man said helplessly.
The man looked frightening, and everyone who had been arguing fell silent.
He paid no attention to the explanation, his hand still gripping the pen tightly.
I came to my senses and thought of a way to help. I reached out toward him again.
He looked as if the ghost's Yin energy had completely consumed him. If I could just reverse time a little and return him to the state he'd been in before the Yin energy took hold, he should regain his senses.
I knew Wu Ling had gone after the ghost. But in the end, she wouldn't catch it.
Ye Qing and Liu Miao were still by the hospital ward. They hadn't come over yet.
If I disrupted the ghost's plan now, perhaps I could change what happened and give Greenleaf's people a chance to catch it sooner.
My hand didn't touch the man. It entered