I hadn't understood what Wu Ling meant by ghostly aura. It might have been something similar to yin energy, but there had to be an obvious difference.
Gu Mo said all of us had it. But before this, I hadn't sensed any difference in the auras of our group and ordinary people.
At that moment, it was as if a revelation had struck me. I suddenly understood what ghostly aura meant.
It wasn't the criminal air that clung to murderers and kidnappers, nor the yin energy of evil ghosts, and certainly not the ominous aura contained in a curse. It was something more twisted.
Seemingly human, yet not human; seemingly a ghost, yet not a ghost.
It was as if the line between human and ghost could be blurred with just one more step, turning a person into a true ghost.
That was the aura Luo Yonghua had.
Even though we were in the dark, and I couldn't see Li Shuangbai's face, I could only judge the three female ghosts' situation by their auras, yet I could see Luo Yonghua.
It wasn't a small, bright light in the dark. It was a murky light, darker than the darkness around it.
The Luo Yonghua standing here now was utterly different from the boy he'd been and the man at the funeral home. Their features were similar, but I felt as if they were three entirely different people.
The Luo Yonghua at the funeral home had been wearing a disguise. The boy Luo Yonghua had been innocent and ignorant. The Luo Yonghua standing here now was right on the boundary between human and ghost.
He was smiling, his eyes filled with mirth, joy dancing at the corners of his mouth and eyes. But his expression made my skin crawl, as if I