I was also pretty sceptical that this tattered tissue and hastily scribbled talisman could do much.
Gu Mo said calmly, "It's not as good as a complete talisman, but it should at least suppress Nangong's ability a little. Otherwise, are you going to ask him to gouge out his own eyes?"
The Thin Man was at a loss for words. He looked at the tissue again, then carefully approached Nangong Yao and pressed it against his back.
Strangely enough, the tattered tissue really did stick to Nangong Yao's back, and a faint golden light appeared. The light flashed, and the tissue disappeared.
The Thin Man let out a huge sigh of relief, and the rest of us relaxed, too.
I noticed that Gu Mo beside me had gone a little limp. Apparently, he hadn't been as confident as he'd claimed.
Nangong Yao relaxed and turned to look at us.
My heart tightened, but I soon saw that Nangong Yao's eyes were no different from before.
I couldn't help thinking of the scene I'd witnessed in my dream.
When Nangong Yao had dealt with the game, he'd smeared blood over his eyes. But the game he'd been looking at hadn't died so quickly.
Perhaps the game had been affected, which was why it had negotiated with me. Then I'd seized the opportunity and wiped it out in one blow.
And at that time, I'd reversed time for Nangong Yao, returning his eyes to this "sealed" state.
If I could use my ability freely, Nangong Yao's ability could be put to the fullest use.
But then again, if I could use my ability, there'd be no need to use Nangong Yao's. His ability didn't kill ghosts directly; it only affected their fate.
My head was full of jumbled thoughts.
My vision blurred,