The cell block fell into dead silence. Everyone was as quiet as cicadas in winter, staring intently at the Withered Ghost on the platform.
The second round was actually going to proceed this way, and the rules seemed rather strange...
Ji Li had expected this ghost to enter the fray sooner or later, but not this quickly. He had estimated it would take at least another one or two rounds.
Moreover, what it had said was quite suspicious.
He carefully studied the face the ghost had revealed, especially those eyes flickering with pale green ghostfire.
"Could those eyes see human memories? Is that why it declared that everyone had lied?"
It would compare what it saw in their memories against their lies, then conduct a second round of interrogation.
But there was one thing Ji Li had to ask himself: had his earlier statement really counted as a lie?
After the Withered Ghost finished explaining the second-round rules, it paused for around ten seconds. Its figure did not move, remaining quietly within the cage.
But inside Cell No. 1, another identical Withered Ghost appeared, standing out of thin air directly before Wu Hao.
The sudden intrusion terrified Wu Hao.
The Withered Ghost stood nearly six feet three inches tall. It instantly pressed up before him, leaving barely any distance between them. He could even feel the bone-chilling breath spraying from its mouth.
Its ghostfire-burning eyes seemed, in that sudden instant, to inflict severe mental trauma upon him, making him no longer dare meet its gaze.
Wu Hao retreated step by step in panic, muttering something incoherent as his hands flailed wildly before him.
But the ghost clearly had no intention of letting him go. For every step Wu Hao took back, it took one forward, until he had nowhere left