I didn't look at the man's corpse or pay any attention to the special police officers' strange reactions.
I just looked at my hands, feeling the icy touch of the chains still lingering on my fingertips. Disgust welled up inside me.
I let out a breath, wanting to erase my memories of the Delivery Ghost and the Ancient-Clothing Ghost.
I had clearly already changed the world and restored it, yet what I was doing hadn't changed.
I was eliminating ghosts. Not the ghosts under the Ghost King, but the ghosts controlled by the Spirit. That was the only difference.
I could even see the Spirit's chains on the special police officers around me.
"We didn't want to be born. You created us, and everything else."
The Spirit's chains were far too similar to the Ghost King's. The only difference was that the Spirit's rules were vaguer than the Ghost King's, like a subtle, gradual influence rather than strict regulations.
I was witnessing that influence unfold and evolve.
It was like watching the hated future world take shape, little by little.
And there was nothing I could do.
I took another deep breath and stopped looking at the chains.
I'd deal with what was happening here first, then think about the rest.
Chen Yihan and Ye Qing were both right. I couldn't let it affect my emotions or my power. Right now...
I suddenly looked up at the ceiling.
Several special police officers looked up at the same time, pointing their guns at it.
Thump, thump, thump...
Footsteps came from the ceiling. A child's footsteps—heavy, but brief. In a flash, they ran from left to right.
I saw the yin energy belonging to the child.
"There are no more ghosts in this building. Let's go upstairs," I said to Chen Yihan.