"Clang..."
The Stage Sword slipped from his hand and fell. Raindrops pattered chaotically against its blade, adding a note of regret to the tumultuous night.
On the riverbank where eight ghosts had arrived together, Ji Li was suddenly left all alone.
The surging Hu River had swept away everything that came before. Only the Ghost Heart still thumped, and the crimson Evil Spirit remained at the corners of his eyes.
The talisman suppressing his mental split was still working, but its supernatural power was worlds apart from before, indicating that "That Immortal" had already left.
Ji Li knelt on one knee, raised his crimson eyes, and knocked the Black-clothed person's umbrella aside, exposing himself to the torrential rain.
At that moment, the belated white light broke through the sky, rescuing him from the brink of death and returning him to the Seventh Branch.
After the Old Yu Street mission ended, the outside ghosts stirred up trouble once more, but the story of this night was still far from over.
"Congratulations to Ji Li, manager of the Tianhai Hotel Seventh Branch, on surviving!"
Joy still rang through the Female Voice's words. This was the "favoritism" everyone knew about, though she had not appeared for a long time.
"Thud!"
Ji Li's severed right arm landed on the spotless carpet as he materialized.
A warm current flowed down from the crown of his head, washing through his entire body. It could heal even the most impossible injuries, but it could not dispel the weariness of his soul.
Ji Li leaned on the cane that housed the Stage Sword, his head lowered and his hair concealing his face, taking one long, deep breath after another.
He was trying to control the Evil Spirit that had awakened earlier, forcing himself to regain some measure