The yin energy behind us seemed like a man-eating beast, struggling and roaring inside its cage.
I heard the faint sound of a bell, hurried and out of tune, ringing so violently it seemed about to shatter.
I dragged the daredevil down the stairs in a hurry. I didn't let go of his hand until we reached the first floor and ran out of the building.
I turned and looked up.
The mass of yin energy coiled around the sixth floor. To my eyes, it looked like a bizarre mushroom cloud, as though someone had frozen the instant of a nuclear explosion. Then everything rewound, and the mass of yin energy abruptly shrank back into the agency, leaving not a trace behind.
The bell chimed once, its sound distant and peaceful. Everything returned to normal.
I let out a breath, still shaken.
The yin energy that had burst out of the agency was completely different from the yin energy on Guangyuan Road. This yin energy was more dangerous and more violent, as if it had been born solely to destroy.
I was a little worried about Ye Qing.
The yin energy had been suppressed, but who knew what Ye Qing had paid to do it? I could still vividly remember the enormous crack in the agency wall. I also remembered how weak Ye Qing had been. It was entirely possible he'd become weak again.
"Hey, are you with the agency? You just came out of there, right?" The daredevil caught his breath and asked excitedly.
He looked like he'd already recovered from the harrowing escape at the abandoned farm, without a trace of anything amiss. He didn't seem to have sensed the agency's yin energy, either.
I studied him for a while but couldn't see any sign that he was