In the dim living room, almost all the candles had gone out during the fight.
Only a few remained, flickering in the wind and giving off an oppressive green glow.
The flames were almost entirely green, though traces of their original color were still visible.
If an ordinary Yin Soul appeared nearby, the candle flames would turn pale green, so faint that you had to look closely to notice it.
But if a Yin Soul with heavier resentment appeared, like Huang Haiquan, the flames would look the way they did now.
If someone like Li Xiumei or Du Yuwei appeared, however, the entire flame would turn dark green, and the candlelight might bathe the whole room in green.
The flames were flickering mainly because the yin energy in the room was too heavy, affecting the magnetic field.
In that candlelight, Meng Yifan's face looked rather sinister and frightening.
After the possession, although we still saw Meng Yifan's face, we could clearly sense that this was someone else.
Maybe it was because we knew Meng Yifan too well.
Meng Yifan stared at me with a look of deep bitterness and resentment, then tipped his chin at me. "I want a smoke."
The voice coming from his mouth was Huang Haiquan's.
He had nearly slapped my face swollen. If it hadn't been for needing to sell the house, and the fact that he was wearing Meng Yifan's face, I would have paid him back tenfold.
After lighting a cigarette, I shoved it straight into his mouth.
"Do you know what it means to feel wronged? You don't understand at all."
He looked at us contemptuously, as though having experienced something we hadn't meant he "understood" a little more than we did.
Song Xiaotian and I wouldn't go looking for women who cheated,