Isabelle Frost raised a hand and placed it on my forehead. Among everyone here, she was the best at controlling her power—precise to the smallest detail.
"Miss Isabelle, you need to be careful. This body isn't much—if it gets damaged, we can replace it right away. But if you hurt the body, Fang's consciousness will be affected, and could even be lost altogether."
Black Moon muttered anxiously on the side, while Ghost Painting Book Immortal smiled.
"Don't worry. Leave it to Yvette—everyone can rest easy."
I closed my eyes and felt a chill at the top of my head—a ghostly energy, faint but enough to make me grimace in pain. Mo Yu was beside me, just in case.
Now Isabelle Frost was trying to use ghost threads to connect into my body, then slowly channel some ghostly energy to see if any part of me would react. This was dangerous.
"Here it comes, Ethan Zhang."
I nodded. The chill intensified at my forehead, as if someone had placed an ice cube directly on it. I began to shiver.
A cold sensation seeped from my brow into my body, and the piercing pain made me cry out.
"No, there's not the slightest reaction of power."
Isabelle Frost lowered her hand. I hugged my arms tightly, my whole body crawling with discomfort, my face drained of color.
"You can't even handle this little bit of ghostly energy? Looks like this won't work. We'll have to think of another way."
"Just... get me something to eat first..."
The hot soup slid down my throat, warming me from the inside out. I sank into the sofa, surrounded by dishes so fragrant they seemed to fill the room with life. As I ate, the others kept searching for a way out.
"Now, I have a proposal. In Blackfang, aside from Fang himself, there are three of you who can use Instinct. Is any one of you willing to release your Instinct? The chance is slim, but Instincts can resonate with each other."
Isabelle Frost, Deathcurse, and the Ghost Painting Book Immortal glanced at each other, none of them seemed willing to let their Instinct be exposed.
"I know, all three of your Instincts are trump cards, things you keep hidden unless absolutely necessary. But right now, aren't we out of options?"
Black Moon wore a look of satisfaction, his crescent-shaped eyes narrowing into slits as he swept his gaze over the three.
Rather than reluctant, it was more like Black Moon wanted to know which one of them would reveal their Instinct. The meaning behind his words was obvious.
"For things that aren't confirmed, it's best not to make reckless decisions. Let's drop this proposal."