I knew my thoughts weren't quite right, but with no other options, I was ready to compromise.
With my abilities, becoming a Ghost King after death shouldn't be a problem. Protecting my family and friends shouldn't be a problem either.
As my thoughts ran wild, the future Qiu Ziyang had shown me kept circling through my mind.
I had reached Building Six. I climbed the stairs and soon arrived on the sixth floor.
I sensed Ye Qing's yin energy, but it was clearly different from before.
If Ye Qing's yin energy had once been like a chilly breeze, cool yet slightly cold, like an autumn wind, now it was like winter air: still and cold enough to make you shiver.
The office door wasn't fully closed. It had been left ajar.
Yin energy seeped out through the gap, as if someone had opened a freezer. I could even see the tangible-looking yin energy.
My heart sank further.
I put my hand on the door. The cold hurt.
I applied a little pressure, and the door opened.
It opened silently. The hinges made no sound.
I stepped into the office and immediately saw the figure standing inside.
Moonlight fell on the figure, revealing only the body. The person's face was hidden in the darkness.
"Ye Qing... are you already a Ghost King?" My complicated emotions lasted only a second.
Seeing it with my own eyes meant I didn't even need to ask.
The question no longer mattered.
Ye Qing's yin energy had changed. He was no longer the same kind of ghost he'd been before.
A Ghost King... established rules and was obeyed.
What rule had Ye Qing established? How many people had he... killed?
At the thought, my nerves tightened, and so did the ones in my brain.
If Ye