Xiao Ying's agony ended within minutes.
I watched his body stop trembling and struggling. He lay on the floor in that strained position, eyes wide open.
The sweat on his forehead dripped onto the floor and slowly disappeared.
Just then, his wife heard the commotion and came in carrying their son.
His wife's cries seemed to startle something. The yin energy inside Xiao Ying poured out, swarming toward her like sharks that had caught the scent of blood.
His wife couldn't see ghosts and wasn't hallucinating. She still tried to move closer to check on Xiao Ying.
The child in her arms saw the ghosts and burst into terrified sobs.
His crying stopped abruptly.
The child's soul seemed to be swept away by a wave, and his body suddenly lost every sign of life.
His wife, meanwhile, took the brunt of the attack. Her hands went slack, dropping the child, and she collapsed to the floor.
The ghosts dragged her soul out and beat and tore at it.
Before long, the soul was battered beyond recognition and disappeared into the air.
The ghosts shrieked, cried, and laughed like a pack of madmen, venting their emotions.
They had killed their enemy, and they were both exhilarated and hollow.
The black-clad ghost messenger barked something in a language I couldn't understand. The ghosts stopped their antics as if startled. He waved his hand again, and they lined up and vanished into the air.
Before leaving, the ghost messenger glanced at Xiao Ying on the floor.
Xiao Ying's soul hadn't been destroyed.
As the ghost messenger vanished, Xiao Ying's soul floated out of his body.
He naturally didn't go to reincarnate.
Only after someone discovered the bodies and called the police did Xiao Ying seem to gradually regain his senses.
He watched the