Honestly, I couldn't see what Ye Qing had to worry about. He'd always been decisive. If he wanted to threaten me, he threatened me. If he wanted me gone, he'd kicked me right out of the office. He'd probably done his fair share of killing and arson, too.
I didn't think Ye Qing was a fiendishly evil ghost, but I wouldn't say he had a heart of gold, either.
Wu Ling said, "Of course he has reservations. If he didn't, he'd have taken control of your ability directly."
I felt like I'd been struck speechless.
"After all, he became a ghost. He has more reason and ability to think than other ghosts, but the obsession he had before he died still affects his behavior. The fact that he took Mo Xiaoling's ability means it can be useful, but it isn't essential. It seems powerful: she can accumulate enough death scenes—or, in other words, enough side effects—and then find a chance to unleash them and kill an even stronger opponent. But that ability overlaps with Ye Qing's own, so it isn't all that useful to him. What he values is probably the part of Mo Xiaoling's ability that lets her see death scenes."
It suddenly occurred to me that the original plan—the one we were still working on—was to find a suitable ghost who could help me return to the point where everything began.
I'd had no idea where to start, so I'd just taken things as they came and hadn't given it much thought. Even if I had, there wasn't anything I could do.
I hadn't expected Ye Qing to have kept it in mind.
Mo Xiaoling's ability really could help. She could see death scenes from as many years in the past as her own age. Ye Qing might