I quickly recognized that the newly appearing yin energy belonged to Shiyue.
But before I could figure out what was going on, I saw Shiyue's hand being lifted, exactly like what had happened to Brother Wu.
Shiyue's body was bound too, leaving him unable to move. But his voice appeared out of nowhere, unlike Brother Wu, who could only whimper.
"How did you... suddenly become..." Shiyue's voice came in broken bursts.
Before he could finish, I realized the scene before me had changed.
I was back in the office, out of the dream.
I was still trying to regain my bearings when I caught sight of something on the coffee table from the corner of my eye.
I looked down. There were more fingernails on the table.
Those blood-soaked fingernails...
I shuddered and abruptly looked up at Ye Qing across from me.
Ye Qing didn't say anything or move from his seat.
After a while, the fingernails on the coffee table turned transparent one by one and slowly disappeared. The yin energy belonging to Li Moqian gradually faded too.
In a daze, I asked, "Li Moqian... how could she... you... because back then you..."
I thought of something I'd overlooked earlier.
Ye Qing's ability to use my power didn't mean he'd lost his own.
His ability was a passive amplification. It didn't strengthen himself, but the ghosts within a certain range, enhancing the effects of anything supernatural and making the ghosts more powerful.
There might be a subtle implication hidden in that.
To some extent, this amplification was also a form of deterioration.
After the world changed, this "deterioration" would probably become even worse.
The hairs on my body stood on end.
"Have you figured it out?" Ye Qing asked.
I nodded stiffly.
Ye Qing couldn't go wherever he wanted