"Can I actually slip away?"
Huang Banxian tightened his loose Daoist robe, clutching two bamboo sticks as he paced by the window, muttering to himself and occasionally glancing at the tightly shut door.
The Eavesdropping Talisman had inexplicably burned halfway through while monitoring Ji Li next door, indicating a severe supernatural leak over there.
That was precisely why Huang Banxian had concluded that a ghost was beside Ji Li and called Mei Sheng.
Earlier, when Mei Sheng had left while Wei Guang was analyzing the situation, she had gone to see Huang Banxian. The two had reached certain agreements in this room.
Of course, those agreements had no direct connection to eavesdropping on Ji Li.
Mei Sheng had intended to find their employer. Worried that Ji Li might act in secret and cause them to miss some information, she had asked Huang Banxian for a small favor.
Judging by what happened afterward, that little maneuver of Mei Sheng's had influenced the entire course of events.
But none of that had anything to do with Huang Banxian.
He was restless now. As the person closest to Ji Li, he was starting to panic.
From the room next door, he had heard an unending series of crashes and smashing sounds, along with Ji Li's growls and angry rebukes.
With the Eavesdropping Talisman destroyed, he could only make out the gist—some sort of baffling "interrogation."
Ji Li was demanding to know why someone kept haunting him... why they kept appearing before him...
Listening made Huang Banxian's skin crawl, because he knew perfectly well that Ji Li was alone next door, perhaps with a ghost.
But he clearly wasn't talking to a ghost, so was he...
Huang Banxian remembered that rumor—Ji Li had gone mad.
"If I leave now, even assuming I can get