Ever since I opened my yin-yang eyes and became able to sense yin energy, I had never felt anything like this.
The yin energy I sensed either lingered after ghosts had been active, spreading through the area, or emanated from the ghosts themselves.
In either case, there was always a source: the ghosts of the dead.
But the yin energy rising in the room now wasn't coming from Meng Hua. I could sense the yin energy fluctuating around him, but it wasn't spreading. His mood—or perhaps his strength—wasn't powerful enough to release so much yin energy all at once.
The sudden chill caught not only me off guard. The adults in the room clearly felt the temperature drop in an instant, and I could see goosebumps rising on their skin.
The man and woman who had argued most fiercely both hunched their shoulders and fearfully rubbed their skin.
Once the adults fell silent, the children's cries and soft shouts grew louder.
"Dad..." The child called out again. He looked around in confusion, then glanced at the window.
Meng Hua's reflection was still visible in the window.
His actions drew the adults' attention.
Soon, someone began to scream.
"Ghost! Look! Look over there!" The woman pointed at Meng Hua's reflection in the window.
The shadow grew clearer in the yin energy, until everyone could see Meng Hua glaring at them.
The crowd erupted into a commotion and fled in panic.
The child had been protected by Meng Hua and wasn't hurt. Judging by his expression, though, he had no idea what had happened.
Back in the car, I'd thought that student seemed a little dull. It was normal for him to be inexperienced, but his nervousness and helplessness had been far more intense than an ordinary person's.
Now, looking at the