The ghost's body radiated intense emotion. The chains around his soul had connected with the chains around mine.
My ability began to slip out of my control. Or rather, I had put most of my control into Liu Miao's ability, leaving my own somewhat unstable.
My soul was tugged along, and I was drawn helplessly into the tunnel of time.
I saw an old residential complex. Judging by the slogans on the outside walls and the banners stretched between the buildings, it didn't seem to be a complex in Minqing.
Low, disorderly buildings crowded together, and several children darted through the gaps between them.
I found the ghost. He was still just a child, around eleven or twelve years old, laughing and running with kids his age.
Before long, they crossed the residential complex and reached the road, where they found an internet café.
The children kept running inside. The attendant at the front desk looked up and shouted at them, but they brushed him off impatiently.
They must have known each other.
They charged inside, hopped onto several chairs, and deftly started up a game before putting on their headsets.
A shooting game soon got underway. They were all completely absorbed, laughing when they took out an opponent and slamming the table with curses when they got taken out.
After they quickly finished a few rounds, new customers arrived at the internet café.
A few children of the same age spotted one another. They all knew each other, but instead of exchanging friendly greetings, they immediately started trading insults.
I saw a fragment of memory through the ghost's consciousness.
I wasn't interested in the children's quarrel. All I wanted was to return to the present.
Mu Ai was still alone in that dangerous place. The ghost hadn't been killed,