Yang Qingqing helped the unconscious youth up and pinched his acupoints with force. Her cold voice now had a hint of panic.,Yang Qingqing couldn't worry about anything else. She pressed on Qin Yi's human acupoint, covering his mouth with one hand and helping him breathe.,At this moment, he was probably even weaker than the most ordinary ghost soldier under his command, indistinguishable from any mortal on Earth.。