A thin mist of Red Gauze rippled through the space. At some point, Gui Lingyue had appeared behind Yun Qing, far too close. Yun Qing could even make out the tiny upward curve at the corner of his eyes.
The Opera Mask was icy cold. Ghostly mist from his breath brushed Yun Qing's ear, and a bone-piercing chill instantly soaked through his entire body.
"Thank you for your efforts, child, searching for so long on my behalf," the great Opera Ghost murmured into Yun Qing's ear, his voice lilting and elegant.
Every hair on Yun Qing's body stood on end. He was just about to move.
Squelch!
Without warning, a pale, slender hand pierced his chest!
Agony swept through him. Yun Qing's pupils contracted as he stared in disbelief at the hand protruding from his chest.
Even now, Eldest Young Master Yun could still calmly analyze the situation: there was no blood. What the other party had pierced was not his physical body.
Well, this seemed somewhat worse than having his physical body pierced.
"You..." Yun Qing's voice turned hoarse.
Gui Lingyue did not answer. His five fingers slowly tightened inside Yun Qing without a shred of mercy.
Crack.
With a twist of his wrist, he abruptly pulled the hand out of Yun Qing's chest!
"Ugh."
With a muffled sound, a tiny blue-gold crystal appeared in Gui Lingyue's palm. Translucent and shimmering, it resembled a gemstone reclaimed from the depths of reincarnation.
Gui Lingyue raised it to his eyes and examined it closely, turning it this way and that. The eyes behind his Opera Mask curved slightly.
"Ah, this is it."
The Opera Ghost smiled, his tone teasing and playful.
"Without you, it really would have been inconvenient for me to retrieve it personally from that path of reincarnation."
Yun