In the room, only Hui Qi remained, coolly looking at the camera, as an invisible spiritual power spread in the air, affecting the surveillance footage.
Now there was nothing to worry about; the surveillance might capture something, but when people watch it later, it will just appear to have a faulty connection.
"How has the task gone?" Hui Qi's gaze was deep, his expression grim.
In front of him, separated by a couch, a ghost stood silently, head bowed as usual, not daring to look at Hui Qi.
"I'm asking you, aren't you going to speak?" Hui Qi's voice suddenly turned sinister, with a cruel gleam of pleasure flashing in his eyes.
The ghost slowly lifted its head, curling its lips into a smile at Hui Qi, as a phrase told by a young girl before leaving echoed in its not-so-bright mind: Do what you want to do.
Do what you want to do... Do what you want to do...
Musing, it reached out and slapped Hui Qi across the face.
