Mei Sheng, dressed in an apricot-white windbreaker, still looked aloof and stunning, but the ends of her hair were already dusted with White Frost.
Her face remained cold and resolute, yet the hand gripping Ji Li's was trembling faintly.
Ji Li looked at her profile. From this close distance, he could clearly see tiny pores on her delicate face glistening with moisture.
Her hand covered his. Through the Silk Gloves, thin as cicada wings, he felt a bone-piercing chill.
After being crushed, the deep-purple droplets turned into White Frost, which the Silk Gloves were absorbing. Yet they could not absorb it completely, and it continued turning into more frost.
Mei Sheng's right hand was like a block of ice. Held in his palm, it felt like the hand of a dead person.
The Silk Gloves were a counteractive Sin Object. They could confront ghosts directly and withstand supernatural attacks.
The price of counteractive Sin Objects was often painfully obvious. For instance, panic was already flickering beneath Mei Sheng's seemingly calm gaze.
It took considerable effort before she released Ji Li's hand and said in a low voice,
"We can't hold out for ten minutes. After using the Silk Gloves twice in succession, my ability to breathe will freeze in three minutes.
"When that happens, I can only use the Building Block Doll Sin Item to counterbalance it. We can't wait for Xue Tingtao. We have to leave within three minutes."
Room 301 had not been ventilated for a long time, and the temperature inside was over twenty degrees Celsius.
Yet as Mei Sheng spoke, white mist billowed from her mouth. The cold radiated from within her body and no longer had anything to do with the surrounding temperature.
Mei Sheng was about to freeze to death.
The agonizing pain in