I suddenly felt a shiver run through my whole body.
Ye Qing's tone was unlike anything I'd ever heard from him... It was evil, bloodthirsty. He seemed to be looking forward to what was about to happen.
How was that possible?
Wasn't Ye Qing supposed to hate paranormal events?
Could it be that, twenty years ago, Ye Qing had...
Before I could sort out my thoughts, I felt the yin energy around us surging.
Just like what had happened in Huixiang and at the Greenleaf Paranormal Agency, the yin energy flowed like a living thing, stretching its body and revealing its full form. At the same time, it was moving, beginning its killing spree.
Everyone around us changed their expressions. Only Wu Ling continued drawing her formation, stroke by stroke.
I looked up and saw the sky darkening.
It seemed like it was going to rain. Clouds had gathered overhead, blocking out the sun.
The shrubs beside us rustled, and the big man—covered in holes, with countless rings and studs in his body—crushed his way through the bushes. He came running over in a clumsy, almost rolling rush.
His face was twisted into a grimace. Many of the metal rings and studs on his body were gone, leaving behind bloody holes.
"Master! Master! What's going on?" Ning Guowei cried in panic.
The big man cursed as he scrambled to his feet, then roared at Ning Guowei, "You fucking lied to me! You actually fucking lied to me?! What the fuck do you mean, allergies? That was a monster! A huge one! That thing..."
Before he could finish, the ground shook.
Wu Ling dropped to both knees and braced herself with her elbows against the ground, keeping her balance and steadying the pottery bowl and brush in her hands.
The old