I didn't want to believe that Chen Xiaoqiu, Chen Yihan, and the others were among the bones the police had found. Even though I'd thought the cave was an alternate dimension, and had confirmed that there was a door to one in its ceiling, I now had no choice but to reconsider.
But deep down, I had a faint idea. Even if some of the bones belonged to Chen Xiaoqiu and Chen Yihan, I should be able to bring them back to life by reversing time with my ability.
The thought came to me, and I froze.
Bringing the dead back to life was perhaps the most incredible fantasy in human society, and the dream of countless people throughout history, all over the world.
The fear of death was probably humanity's greatest and most universally shared feeling.
I had brought the Fatty back to life, and had saved Gu Mo and Nangong Yao long ago, but I hadn't given my ability much thought. For one thing, I couldn't control it, and for another, it caused me far more trouble than it brought me benefits. I wasn't an ambitious person, nor was I some deluded teenager dreaming of conquering the world or building a new one. The ability's greatest use to me was probably protecting myself, my family, and my friends.
But what if it were someone else?
Someone who was already dead...
Ye Qing wanted to use my ability to bring the people of Greenleaf back to life. That should include himself, too.
He had come to me of his own accord, finding me before my ability even appeared. I didn't know how he'd managed it, and I'd never dug into the question. When the side effects struck, I'd feared that Ye Qing might harbor ill intentions toward me. Even