A brand-new path, one none of them had ever walked before, leading to the story of Act Three.
Xiao Qian's "prophecy" plunged everyone on the road into silence.
No one wanted to hear news of their own death, because it was far more unpredictable and unnerving than confronting ghosts head-on.
The reason everyone felt afraid was not because Xiao Qian's answer this time was terrifying.
It was because her prophecies were continuous.
Ever since the story of Act Two began, everyone had already been swallowed by disaster, signifying death.
That in itself was nothing.
But why, when Ji Li had clearly solved Act Two perfectly, had the disaster not only failed to disappear, but spread instead?
Luo Xian, who existed within Bai Huaiguang's mind, was going to die. Bai Huaiguang, the "host," was going to die as well.
The death prophecy was revealing something terrifying.
Perhaps Ji Li had never truly solved Act Two perfectly. Perhaps his actions had instead dragged everyone deeper into the darker abyss of Act Three.
"Impossible. I can't die, and you definitely can't die either."
Bai Huaiguang did not speak aloud, but a tempest had already risen within his heart.
Luo Xian fell silent.
"I have that pen. If we truly reach the end, I'll directly erase all the Supernatural Power in this forbidden ground.
"Even if a ghost suppresses me, you're in my mind. At the very least, you can give me one chance to correct an error.
"No matter what, neither of us is destined to die."
Bai Huaiguang had always possessed absolute confidence in himself and Luo Xian. He had shown her everything about himself precisely so they could work together.
With that large-scale, specialized Sin Object as Luo Xian's final safeguard, theoretically, it would be difficult for any ghost to truly