Just then...
"A ghost!!!"
Yang Yong, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly opened his eyes.
The younger skinny man screamed in fright and jumped three feet into the air, hitting his head on the ceiling.
Before he even fell back down, he darted into a patch of shadow and vanished.
The older skinny man was much calmer. He studied Yang Yong carefully, then barked at the patch of shadow, "What ghost?"
"Come out!"
"He's a fucking human!"
"What are you screaming for?"
"You'll bring the robots over."
Only then did the younger skinny man emerge from the shadows, though his face was still deathly pale.
"He's really human? Boss, didn't you just say he was dead?"
"Can't I be wrong?" The older skinny man shot him an irritated glare.
Just then...
Yang Yong slowly rose and stretched his limbs.
His joints gave a series of soft cracks.
"Are you human or a ghost?"
The younger skinny man looked at Yang Yong in terror and asked timidly.
"Human, of course."
After stretching, Yang Yong casually found a stool and sat down, sweeping his gaze over the two of them.
"Go on, then. What's your story?"
"You... we kidnapped you!"
The younger skinny man was still putting up a defiant front, trying to argue with Yang Yong.
Yang Yong wasn't about to indulge him.
He extended a hand.
Behind him, three hundred and sixty-five Heavenly Dragon Slash Flying Daggers swirled into formation with a clatter, their blades gleaming coldly, poised to strike.
"W-what are you trying to do?"
The younger skinny man's face went deathly pale with fright. He retreated two steps, his back hitting the wall.
Yang Yong glanced at him and had already formed a judgment.
This fellow's supernatural ability seemed to focus on stealth.
Neither his offense nor his defense