The girl clamped her teeth into me and wouldn't let go, her eyes fierce, like a wild animal's.
I frowned and looked up at Han Yun's figure. Suddenly, I reached out with my other hand and grabbed the thing.
It didn't resist. Like the one that had followed the younger girl, it simply stared at me with a malicious gaze after I grabbed it.
I felt no emotion, only a little confusion. I activated my ability and erased the figure on the spot.
The girl shuddered and let go. She stared at me in a daze, then looked afraid again.
"Daddy! Mommy! Daddy!" she suddenly screamed, tears streaming down her face.
Before I could say anything, she stopped screaming.
She looked at me, her eyes unfocused.
Tears continued to pour from her eyes.
She sobbed, calling for her mommy and daddy in a choked voice. Her cries were mournful, not the terrified calls for help she'd made before.
In an instant, she seemed to turn from a ghost back into a human.
My guess had been right.
Han Yun was what had changed these children. Whatever those figures were to Han Yun—clones, abilities, or something else—they had definitely come from Han Yun. What I couldn't be sure of was whether Han Yun knew about it, where Han Yun was now, or whether Han Yun could control the situation.
I couldn't sense Han Yun's yin energy here, but that didn't mean Han Yun wasn't here.
Han Yun might have turned completely into a spirit, or might have hidden their yin energy.
I looked at the sobbing girl, unsure what to do with her.
I'd grabbed her to confirm what was happening and ask what had happened here. Judging by how hard she was crying, she couldn't answer any questions.
Grabbing another