"Hey Qing Yi, have you noticed that all these weird things started happening after Moyan and I came back from Holy City?"
Qing Yi nodded. "It seems so, things have been a bit restless since the night you guys returned."
Hong Yi suddenly tugged at Qing Yi's sleeve, lowering his voice, "Do you think Moyan and I might have brought back something unclean from that little forest in Holy City?"
"Unclean thing . . ." Qing Yi looked at Hong Yi, and suddenly stopped mid-sentence, staring at Hong Yi with a face full of horror.
Hong Yi instinctively stopped as well, seeing the ghostly expression on Qing Yi's face as he stared behind him, his body stiffened: "What, what are you looking at?"
"Do you, do you feel something heavy on your shoulder?" Qing Yi's eyes were wide with terror, his speech slightly stuttered, seemingly scared by something horrifying.
"No, not at all . . ." Hong Yi swallowed hard. "What, what is it?"