I ignored the chaos around me.
For the moment, all I could think about was bringing Yu Chuanfeng back to life as quickly as possible.
Someone might realize something was wrong...
Then I just had to be careful about the range of my ability. I'd only ease Yu Chuanfeng's fatal wounds, turning back time to when he'd been less seriously injured...
There were plenty of miracles in this world. At most, Yu Chuanfeng's case would become another forgettable snippet in the newspapers, on television, or online.
As I thought this, I suddenly felt something wrong with the body beneath my hands.
Yu Chuanfeng's eyes were open. He wasn't looking at me, nor was he staring blankly ahead. His eyeballs had rolled to the edges of their sockets, fixed on something behind me.
I felt something press up against my back.
A foul stench, a nauseating, rotting smell...
That ghost!
I spun around.
Yu Chuanfeng's parents were staggering toward me.
The eyeballs in that head weren't looking at Yu Chuanfeng. They were staring at me.
"Ah... ah..." The head let out a meaningless exclamation, its eyes widening into perfect circles, black pupils surrounded by white.
I heard the sound of vehicles and felt as if countless headlights were shining on me.
A hand suddenly grabbed mine.
Looking down, I saw Yu Chuanfeng.
His chest was writhing. Bones pierced through his skin like the petals of a blooming Venus flytrap.
The whites of Yu Chuanfeng's eyes rolled into view. Tiny black bugs bit through his eyeballs, which burst outward.
I tore my hand free of Yu Chuanfeng's grip and leaped to my feet.
"I've got you... I've got you..."
Behind me, the head spoke in a trembling voice.
"You've grown up... Yes, you were supposed to grow up..."
A chill of dread