As he spoke...
Lynn grabbed her head and tilted her face upward. Then, under her trembling gaze, he leaned in and lightly touched each of her eyes with his tongue.
In an instant...
Lin Ying felt her pupils contract as a strange sensation filled her eyes.
Then, all at once, she saw the world before her change!
The quiet cemetery had completely lost its earlier sense of tranquility. Wisps of gray mist drifted all around them, and when she reached out to touch them, she could even see the mist slowly ripple.
The yin energy lingering around each grave mound was also noticeably thicker and more plentiful than elsewhere.
She stood up in astonishment, looking around at every corner like a girl who had just opened the door to a whole new world.
Then she lowered her head.
She looked at Lynn before her.
Immediately, she saw the faint black mist surging all over his body. Even the breath he exhaled had turned extraordinarily black.
"Is this yin energy...?"
Lin Ying murmured.
With his eyes closed, Lynn ground the Graveyard Grass in his hands. "The gray stuff is ordinary yin energy. It develops wherever someone dies, though its exact origin is unknown. The black stuff is the aura of Hell, one of the distinguishing traits found only in creatures that have been there. The blacker it is, the more deeply Hell has shackled you, and the crazier you are. So don't go to Hell without a good reason. Stay there long enough, and no one can avoid its influence."
"No wonder yours is so black..." Lin Ying murmured.
Lynn adjusted his Monocle and explained casually, "It's nothing good. You haven't seen the truly powerful Origins. Their black aura is what you'd call eternally beyond salvation. It's so black there's blood