Rare Grade Quality, the Hand Holding the Pen

As soon as he finished speaking, the Gray-haired Player flipped the [Bronze Mirror] in his hand.

The bronze-yellow mirror rippled like water, circles spreading across its surface. A pair of ghastly white hands reached out from within the [Bronze Mirror], accompanied by a hoarse voice. "I'll make a move."

"I want that white-haired little girl from No. 5."

[Eerie Shroud]: "First come, first served."

Meanwhile, Ji Yan had already crossed into another corridor.

The Spirit of the Pen followed close behind, the white brows on its headband knitting slightly. "We've been targeted."

Ji Yan did not respond, but as he passed a window—

His expression shifted, as though he had seen something in the glass.

Under the light, the window vaguely reflected Ji Yan's face. The next second, that face curled into a grin, and the glass rippled like a sleeping surface of water.

Bzzzt—!!

A cold blade sliced through the air and tore across Ji Yan's face...

Bang!

Ji Yan shot backward, a bloody line running across his cheek as blood trickled down. His eyelid twitched. "That blade... was fast!"

Within the dark passage, the window rippled like water as the Gray-haired Player slowly crawled out from inside.

His eyes beneath the mask were filled with confusion. "How strange. I can smell many scents on you."

"Other than the scent of an Experiment Subject, even an Easter Egg NPC shouldn't have this many 'scents'..."

"Strange. Truly strange."

Ji Yan's brows drew together. Could this guy... smell the information marking him as a player?

The Gray-haired Player stared at Ji Yan.

Ji Yan stared back at him.

Their gaze met, triggering [Omniscient Understanding], but all he could probe were the traces of information from various eerie items on the other man...

Even so, Ji Yan was shocked.

Because among