At the same time, I felt the yin energy erupting in the real world.
I heard a shrill scream. It sounded neither male nor female, and I couldn't tell whether it came from someone young or old.
"No—no! You can't do this! You can't!!!!"
The cry turned into a clear, furious roar. The voice was still impossible to identify, but the words were easy to make out.
The doll in front of me wore a twisted smile. Tears seemed to trickle from its crudely made eyes. It opened its mouth and roared soundlessly, swinging its fists at the tombstone, but leaving no mark on it.
There was a faint trace of yin energy on it, barely perceptible.
After that single punch, it fell over. It was just an ordinary doll now, unable to move and never going to move again.
I felt a shock ripple through my soul, and I was jolted out of that illusory vision of the past.
I saw Lina and the others.
The Thin Man and the others were watching me with concern.
"Brother Qi? What's wrong?"
I touched my forehead. I was only in my soul form, but my hand came away covered in sweat.
I felt drained. Turning around, I looked toward the direction the yin energy was coming from. The disturbance had subsided, and the yin energy was calm again, but it gave off a stifling, terrifying feeling.
The Thin Man and the others didn't seem to have heard that cry. I couldn't tell whether it had come from the ghost in the real world or from the doll in that vision of the past.
"Shh!" Chen Xiaoqiu gestured for silence.
The five of us fell quiet.
Lina seemed lost in her memories. She murmured, "I've never been to the cemetery. Dad and