I recognized him immediately from behind. It was the Skinny Man!
I suddenly lost focus, and my heartbeat and breathing went haywire.
The Skinny Man was dead... Dead? How could this happen!
I'd suspected as much for a long time. I'd thought the Skinny Man was in grave danger, but I'd never been willing to accept it as fact.
Even if I could bring the Skinny Man back to life and change the fact that he'd died, the moment I learned he was going to die, my mind still went completely blank.
The elevator doors were about to close, and the Skinny Man was about to leave my field of vision.
I snapped back to my senses and rushed to his side, shouting frantically, "A-Rui! Wait! A-Rui!"
I reached out to grab him, but my hand didn't touch his body.
How could this be?
I grabbed at him a few times, but my hand passed right through his body.
I called out again, but the Skinny Man didn't react.
That corner was right in front of him!
"Ye Qing! Ye Qing, stop him!" I turned my head and shouted at the space around me. "Please... You can do it, right? You can control my ability, right?"
Ye Qing was perfectly capable of doing that. I didn't even need to worry about him losing control anymore. He'd found a food source, with a steady supply of ghosts for him to devour.
It should have been that simple, but no one answered my cries.
My heart sank.
I didn't suspect Ye Qing of deliberately ignoring me. Instead, I thought of the dream from before.
That dream about ghost speech—had Ye Qing shown it to me to explain what he was doing, or had someone else wanted me to see it?
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