Life of the Dead
The world flowed backward, and time counted down in reverse.
Clyde's hand holding the knife trembled slightly. The scene before him stuttered like a skipping video, as though everything on Old Yu Street had undergone some bizarre mutation.
Rows of Red Patterns reflected in his azure eyes, flickering violently across the Eighteenth Floor.
Their frequency far exceeded that of their first encounter, as if some major upheaval had caused a mechanical disorder.
At the same time, the vanished Gu Xingjian turned into disjointed shadows and rapidly disappeared through the Door of 1818.
Only the bang of a closing door indicated that he had retreated back into Room 1818.
Sure enough, the Clock Time Rules had interacted with the Dream Ghost's Spirit Communication, granting the two of them ninety seconds of time reversal.
And this time could be controlled by human hands. Within those ninety seconds, they could freely adjust the clock hands and restore scenes from the past one by one!
This unfathomably powerful ability to alter time left Clyde dumbstruck.
Before this, no Sin Object—nor any person—had possessed such a terrifying power.
He abruptly turned to look at Ji Li, who was supporting the grandfather clock, only to be shocked once more. Even his slight step backward was tinged with fear.
At that moment, Ji Li supported the grandfather clock with one hand. His cane lay on the ground, while his long hair hung down and obscured his face.
Yet drops of blood could still be seen flowing continuously from his chin to the floor.
At the same time, a dreadful power that inspired terror was awakening within him, as though an immensely horrifying ghost was reviving in his body.
"Get to Room 1818! We don't have much time left!"
Even Ji Li's voice had