A strong, unrelenting gaze was like a sharp sword. It not only pierced through the body, but kept twisting and grinding.
Li Xingfang and I parted, and I saw the pain on his face.
Yet the boy didn't disappear. He remained in this darkness.
This could be called Li Xingfang's inner world, or perhaps an extension of his ability.
The number of ghosts in the darkness gradually increased. They couldn't pose any real threat to Li Xingfang, but their very presence put enormous mental pressure on him.
The pain on Li Xingfang's face slowly turned to numbness.
Before long, I saw the mother and daughter, and watched the look on Li Xingfang's face change from confusion to horror.
"You... you... my darling, my wife... how..." Li Xingfang stammered, unable to get the words out.
His body trembled. He ignored all the ghosts around him; his eyes held only the pitiful-looking mother and daughter.
"Daddy, save me," the girl said softly.
Li Xingfang was on the verge of breaking down. "No! No, it can't be! How could you... Weren't you on vacation? Weren't you supposed to be... Why..."
The girl beckoned to Li Xingfang.
Her other hand was held by Li Xingfang's wife. The two of them turned and walked into the darkness.
Li Xingfang stumbled after them, mumbling under his breath, but he must have understood what had happened. I saw his eyes grow bloodshot and the muscles in his cheeks twitch. It took every ounce of his strength just to keep up with their steady pace.
They emerged from the darkness into a brightly lit, luxurious room.
It looked like a hotel room, not a private residence.
Several men sat inside, each with a woman in his arms. There were many bottles of alcohol in their hands and on