"Are you kidding! How could he possibly hear you now!"
[Yin Qiming] couldn't help but roar in frustration.
Right now, Director Long's condition is like a doctor using a small hamr to check a patient's knee reflex; the triggering of both Awakened Ability and Fierce Ghost Ability cos entirely from the body's self-protection chanism.
And he hasn't even regained consciousness.
How could he possibly stop using his ability just by listening to Wu Liang's words in such a state?
"Uh..."
Suddenly, [Yin Qiming] didn't even wait for Wu Liang to respond.
He saw Director Long's expression becoming more pained, uttering groans unconsciously.
But the bizarre thing was that this guy's growing and dragon-like body actually stopped changing, and even the Dragon Scale that had appeared on him began to fade little by little, with the dragon tail quietly disappearing at so point.
The spatial distortions around them, which were visible to the naked eye, were also gradually calming down.
Although the process was slow, it was noticeable that Director Long was indeed stopping the spread of his Fierce Ghost Ability.
"How is this possible! He should still be unaware!" [Yin Qiming] trembled with shock.
Because he found that even though Director Long was stopping his ability's runaway, his eyes remained closed, and he didn't regain consciousness.
So how was the other party controlling the ability unconsciously?
Wu Liang walked over towards Director Long, unconcerned, and placed a hand on his shoulder, speaking softly, "He indeed can't hear, nor control his ability, but I can control his ability, can't I?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Director Long in front of him had completely reverted to a normal human form.
The mont his feet touched the ground, he collapsed powerlessly, but fortunately, Wu Liang caught the falling Director Long.
Then he helped him lie on the bed beside them, the whole person imdiately transitioning from a preserved specin in a formalin jar to a frail patient.
[Yin Qiming] curiously ca forward to carefully observe as well.
Wu Liang's words, "control his ability," were still puzzling. How could soone control another's ability just through words?
In [Yin Qiming]'s view, there were only three possibilities for such a situation—
Either an Illusion Technique was used to trap the target in a controlled state; or sothing more sophisticated, like a "Word Spirit" ability, to forcefully drive the other's body; or the strongest control would be direct manipulation on a soul level to command physical abilities.
But none of these abilities should have an effect on Director Long in his earlier state!
Illusion Techniques were impossible as he had no consciousness; Word Spirit-wise, at least [Yin Qiming] didn't sense any trend of Wu Liang using Awakened Ability or Fierce Ghost Ability; as for soul manipulation, in a state of second awakening, Director Long's soul was inherently unstable, so Wu Liang certainly wouldn't have used this thod for control.
Moreover, given that [Yin Qiming] and [Pioneer] were essentially one, he himself was a research expert on a soul level, so how could he not see that Director Long's soul had not been invaded?
"Alright, I admit I couldn't see your tactics just now, but now what? Even if you've temporarily stabilized him, the fundantal problem hasn't changed. How are you going to help with the unknown dangers of the second awakening?" [Yin Qiming] shrugged helplessly beside the bed.
It's not about controlling Director Long's ability, but rather how Wu Liang could intervene in this awakening state?
Be it the old world or the new, at least [Yin Qiming] had never heard of the existence of sothing so absurd as helping soone else awaken.
"Man, you need to learn to accept things beyond your imagination." Wu Liang pressed lightly on Director Long's forehead: "It's like when you opened a bar and beca a bartender, only to find the bartender at the neighboring bar building a ski slope inside."
"Absurd as it sounds, you can't deny that such a ntal illness could exist, can you?"
Wu Liang's example remained abstract.
But [Yin Qiming] pondered seriously over his words.
"Accept things beyond my imagination? Interesting..."
In his mont of contemplation, [Yin Qiming] noticed Wu Liang's playful expression sowhat tempered to a more serious one.
Whoosh—
A strange breeze flowed within the room, [Yin Qiming]'s eyes widening in surprise.
This was a completely sealed room! Where did the breeze co from?
Followed by eerie, chaotic noises around his ears, as if thousands of Fierce Ghosts were howling inside the room, creating confusion.
Yet, before [Yin Qiming] could discern how these bizarre phenona appeared, they vanished in an instant.
Coming back to his senses, he realized he wasn't in the infirmary anymore, but in an unfamiliar wilderness.
"What... is happening?"
Another blink, and the surrounding desolate woods and wasteland silently disappeared, leaving Wu Liang pressing his hand solemnly on Director Long's forehead,
But this ti, [Yin Qiming] discovered a state on Wu Liang that he had never seen before—
Sweat the size of beans trickling down his forehead, lips pale as paper, trembling hands akin to Parkinson's, and a breathing rhythm increasingly erratic, like soone who had never exercised forced to finish a marathon.
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