I was just about to get rough with him when my right hand, which was gripping one of the demon's hands, suddenly slipped free against my will.
The struggling demon stopped moving and stared at my hand, uncertain and alarmed.
For a moment, I had no idea what was happening.
That hand seemed to have a mind of its own. It began to move.
In a posture that felt terribly awkward to me, it pulled the quill from the demon's hand.
Once it had the quill, my fingers twitched and shifted from pinching it to gripping it properly. The feathers were crushed into a mess.
My arm shot high into the air, then came slamming down. The demon and I both gaped, too stunned to react in time.
The nib pierced the demon's arm. It grunted, and a streak of red appeared inside the quill's barrel.
My hand rose again, twisting and stretching in a way that made me think my shoulder was about to dislocate. It began writing in the notebook the demon was holding up.
My heart beat a little faster. By then, I understood what was happening.
I had experienced something similar before. Back then, I'd needed to burn the cherry-blossom kimono that had latched onto Chen Xiaoqiu. The kimono had burned to ash, but the female ghost that had been possessing it wasn't exorcised. As she was about to escape, my hand had seized her against my will, making her vanish forever. I'd experienced the same thing again after that.
Those things had all happened inside the agency. And ever since I'd gained my abilities, nothing like this had happened again.
Ye Qing... was controlling part of my body to do something again.
I felt relieved.
Ye Qing's actions proved that he was nearby. He was