My hand seemed to touch warm, sticky liquid, but the next second, I saw the two ghosts ignore my presence and quickly swallow the chunks of flesh.
Their bodies twisted. As their outlines warped, their features began to change as well.
Their faces didn't transform into someone else's. Instead, new features sprouted, and their existing features shifted out of place.
They looked like children's drawings—illogical and defying common sense.
My hands were still gripping their necks. I unleashed my ability, pouring it into their bodies.
Their contortions stopped, and they returned to their original appearances. They even showed signs of regaining their senses. But soon, they suddenly exploded, their yin energy scattering and vanishing into the air.
This was true disappearance, not some method of escape.
They had blown themselves up.
Panting heavily, I stared at the empty sofa. When I looked down, I could see blood.
Trembling, I reached out and pressed my hand against the sofa.
Blood stained my palm. With just a little force, it seemed I could squeeze more blood out of the sofa.
Uneasily, I used my ability.
If blood was also part of the body, then I should be able to bring someone back to life using their blood.
My ability dispersed into the air, leaving no trace behind.
My legs gave way, and I fell to my knees.
Liu Miao... Liu Miao...
I whipped around and looked toward the bedroom in the suite.
The bedroom door was shut tight.
Staggering, I ran over and grasped the doorknob with both hands.
There was no need to open the door. I could have walked straight through it, but I still tremulously turned the handle and opened it.
The room was quiet. At a glance, I could see the large bed in its center.
The bed