"Ye Qing... you... Mo Xiaoling's ability..." I couldn't believe it.
What I'd just seen was definitely a scene of death! It was Mo Xiaoling's ability!
And Ye Qing had completely killed Mo Xiaoling.
The hand I'd placed on Ye Qing's head was grabbed.
Though I couldn't see, I felt that the ghost on the ground had gotten back up.
My hand was released, and I could only stare blankly ahead. "So... wait... that ghost, the one from Guangyuan Mountain, is it..."
"It's still here," Ye Qing replied.
I froze again.
Ye Qing hadn't dealt with it?
Creak—
The office door opened. Ye Qing was clearly ushering me out.
I got to my feet. "You... if I died..."
For a moment, I didn't know what to say.
Ye Qing could take Mo Xiaoling's ability, so he ought to be able to take mine, too. The difference between Mo Xiaoling and me wasn't that I was closer to Ye Qing. I didn't think we had any sort of relationship. The only difference was that I was alive, while Mo Xiaoling was dead.
If I died, too...
"Don't worry. It has to be voluntary," Ye Qing said coldly.
I raised my head and saw a figure brush past me and enter the office. When I turned to look, the figure had disappeared again. I opened my mouth, unsure what to say.
I wasn't afraid that Ye Qing would kill me over this. If he'd wanted to, he could have done so long ago.
It was just that, in that moment, I felt like dying then and there might be a good idea.
Ye Qing was better suited than I was to wield an ability like that.
Watching Mo Xiaoling's life, I'd felt sorry for her and lamented what had happened. But I'd also