My heart jolted, and I blurted out, "Are you hurt?"
"It's not my blood," Ye Qing replied nonchalantly.
I watched the blurry figure rub his fingers together. The red blood spread across them, then gradually faded.
I opened my mouth, but in the end I decided to tell him about the Xu family and the Green-Faced Ghost.
It took more than ten minutes to recount everything, and I finished feeling uneasy. As I spoke, I'd been so worried that I hadn't paid much attention to where the blood on Ye Qing had come from. Now that I was done, my mind began to run wild.
Had Ye Qing gone and killed someone...
Was it those people from the Qingzhou Manufacturing Bureau again? Or someone else...
A wave of fear suddenly washed over me.
Was Ye Qing in his right mind right now? Or was he losing control?
Who had he killed?
He wouldn't have just gone out and killed some random person, would he?
I grew restless.
"Bai An is already dead. You don't need to worry," Ye Qing suddenly said.
I didn't understand at first, and asked stupidly, "What?"
"The Green-Faced Ghosts are all dead too. It's over now," Ye Qing continued, without answering my question.
My mind went blank. I stared dazedly at the blurry figure on the sofa.
The bloodstains on Ye Qing had almost completely disappeared by now. His figure, too, was slowly fading away.
"Go back."
His lingering voice drifted through the office.
I was somewhat dazed. By the time I came to my senses, I was already standing outside the office.
Even though I was walking on level ground, it felt as though I were trudging through a muddy swamp, sinking with every other step.
As I went downstairs, I nearly tumbled down the