Yang's eyes widened in disbelief.
"Divine punishment..." Yang mumbled, his voice trembling slightly.
"It is all my fault... I shouldn't have come to the world of living. My presence will only bring pain... But as long as you don't tell others about my appearance in this place, we can stop any further karma that my presence would attract."
He reached out his hand and placed it on Yang's shoulders. Or at least that's what he pretended to do.
In reality, he kept his hand merely a few millimetres above Yang's shoulders to make him feel like he was touching his shoulder while not letting him feel any physical senses of touch.
"Remember... If you tell them about seeing me, it will open a connection to the land of the dead and ghosts will flood this place in massive numbers, never to return. You won't do that, right?"
Yang immediately shook his head like a child, absolutely believing the story. After all, even he didn't know if he could actually kill a ghost.
