"Manager, I have a feeling Ji Li might be in serious trouble..."
Outside Villa No. 1, Huang Banxian sat cross-legged on the ground, with half his head peeking through the window as he observed the situation inside while speaking to someone on the phone.
His gaunt, wizened face bore a complicated expression as he nodded and replied perfunctorily,
"Yes, it looks like he's been hit by the ghost's move and hasn't noticed yet.
"Most of his face has already vanished. If he doesn't have some hidden trick, he'll die any moment now."
In truth, Huang Banxian had left the latter half unsaid. The reason he had made this call was to ask whether he should step in and help.
After all, Gu Xingjian had indeed said something similar when they came here—"Handle this matter according to Ji Li's wishes."
So even if Ji Li had not expressed anything at the moment, he could not possibly want to die, could he?
Thus, Huang Banxian hesitated over whether he should intervene.
To be fair, he naturally did not want to.
Huang Banxian was a very shrewd man. Seeking fortune and avoiding disaster was his creed, and this trip had already been difficult enough.
If Gu Xingjian had not said that, he would not even have stayed to watch the show. If he had to step in and help now, that would be far too troublesome.
However, the person on the other end soon spoke lightly, and the words pleased him greatly.
"If Ji Li needs you to save him, then there's no point in him staying alive."
Though the remark was not particularly pleasant to hear, Huang Banxian felt immensely relieved. His sparse goatee twitched as he gave an embarrassed smile.
After hanging up, he poked half his head over the windowsill