It was a bone-white ring, with faint dark patterns flowing across its surface.
Yang Yong took the ring in his hand.
It felt icy cold, as though he were holding a piece of ice.
Two words were engraved inside the band...
Bone City.
Yang Yong put on the ring.
A stream of information flooded his mind.
The ring's ability was simple: wearing it allowed him to sense the lingering emotions of all the dead within a certain range.
Fear.
Despair.
Resentment.
Pain.
All negative emotions would be transmitted through the ring into the wearer's mind.
The ability sounded like a curse.
Yet the corners of Yang Yong's mouth lifted.
In the Apocalypse, being able to sense these emotions meant being able to detect danger in advance.
The resentment of the dead was often easier to detect than an ambush by the living.
"Nice work."
Yang Yong spoke under his breath.
He turned and left the Artifact-Refining Platform.
The moment he stepped out, he ran straight into Liu Yijun.
Liu Yijun looked rather grim. "The Buddhist Cultivator Society's people were asking around the Outer City about the Seven Emotional Incarnations again today."
"Let them ask."
Yang Yong did not even look back.
"But..."
"No buts."
Yang Yong stopped and glanced back at Liu Yijun, a bone-deep chill in his eyes. "You're the City Lord's diehard loyalist. You should know what those seven incarnations mean."
Liu Yijun fell silent.
Yang Yong patted his shoulder. "Guard them well. I'll handle the Buddhist Cultivator Society."
With that, Yang Yong strode away.
The Bone Ring on his hand glimmered with a faint, cold light in the shadows.
Behind him, the furnace fire on the Artifact-Refining Platform still burned.
The firelight shone on the walls, casting swaying shadows.
Those shadows resembled countless hands struggling silently against