In an instant, the police station's lobby descended into chaos.
The souls of those just killed by the ghosts floated out, immediately turning into new ghosts and savagely attacking the people who had killed them.
Even the hazy moonlight seemed to darken.
The horrifying scene, accompanied by the ghosts' shrieks and roars, made everything even more terrifying and bizarre.
The shattered souls grew feeble, gradually losing the strength to move.
I saw the yin energy gathering, but the ghosts' forms were crumbling. It was as if they were turning their tangible bodies into intangible yin energy.
The cane melted away like snow.
A child's crying echoed through the police station. In the end, it was the only sound left.
Even that sound slowly weakened until it was barely audible.
I looked at Liu Miao.
Liu Miao remained expressionless. Only after the dust had settled did he sigh and turn to me.
His eyes were very dark—or perhaps it was the lighting that made it seem as though moonlight shone in them.
I had a strange feeling.
Liu Miao really was a little different from the people of Greenleaf. He looked like an ordinary person, someone you could see anywhere on the street. He didn't have that cold, keep-your-distance air about him.
If I ran into people from Greenleaf on the street and had to ask one of them for directions, I'd definitely choose Liu Miao, the tallest and strongest. Not the older Gu Mo, nor Wu Ling, the only woman and a beauty, nor someone like Nangong Yao, who looked every bit the social elite. I couldn't imagine him being "approachable" enough to walk along the street.
"Let's find somewhere to talk," Liu Miao offered. His expression was serious, yet warm.
But Liu Miao wasn't some genuinely kindhearted, helpful person.