These Red Patterns were the size of human skulls. Their exact shape was impossible to describe, yet for some reason, looking at them made Ji Li think of a Tai Chi symbol.
Like breathing lights, they opened and closed. Leaning on his black umbrella, Ji Li was stuck on the staircase at the sixth floor, unable to go up or down, advance or retreat.
The flashing red light coated all of Old Yu Street in a mysterious, eerie red, filling it with an unreal sense of distortion.
"Is that Manager Ji?"
The two "Pang Guijuans," one before and one behind him, asked in unison. Their initial confusion had completely turned sinister, their voices carrying intense menace.
However, what made Ji Li suspicious was that although these two "Pang Guijuans" had long seized absolute initiative, neither of them moved.
Speaking was absolutely out of the question. Otherwise, he would meet Pang Guijuan's true fate. His gaze slowly shifted toward the rear right, toward the room whose door had not been shut in time.
The door to Number 6002 stood wide open. While Red Patterns spread throughout Old Yu Street, a gentle warm light still shone out from its depths.
A faint broadcast, soft as water, slowly drifted out from within, becoming the only moving thing amid this bizarre situation...
"If a person goes one night without sleep, they will surely become weary. How could one go two days and nights without realizing it..."
Listening to the broadcast, Ji Li stared fixedly at the "Pang Guijuan" below. Neither side made a move.
He was even less likely to flee in panic while the ghost remained still, especially in a mission where rules like these lay hidden.
It was worth mentioning, however, that the Gray Soul had initially revived on its own and