The rain over Tianming Bridge finally showed signs of stopping.
As the Black Curtain faded from ink-black to its original pale white, it resembled massive stone tablets carved from ivory, standing at the four corners of the bridge.
The Eerie Red Pattern, soaked by the rain for a long time, first dissolved from paper into froth, then turned into rotten mud.
The kaleidoscopic eye in the sky absorbed eleven ferocious ghostly shadows, and the email on Ji Li's phone underwent a brand-new change.
A mysterious, bizarre eyeball stared directly at the person before the screen. Behind it, fourteen ghostly shadows were blurred, as though distorted.
Mei Sheng returned the phone to its owner and drove the car over pools of stagnant water, getting farther and farther from Tianming Bridge.
Heavy breathing came from the passenger seat. The drenched man leaned against the window, his long hair covering most of his face.
He looked like a corpse. Only the faint rise and fall of his chest indicated that he was not dead, merely asleep.
The car headed toward the city center, neither fast nor slow.
A rare calm after a great disaster filled the cabin.
Ji Li slept unconscious while Mei Sheng sat numbly beside him.
A few minutes earlier, after the eleven ghosts on Tianming Bridge had been captured, the balance between humans and ghosts had been broken, and Ji Li's Evil Spirit had also neared revival.
The Giant Furnace had been drawn to that extraordinarily powerful ghost or curse and had nearly dragged it into the flames on its own.
Fortunately, the Golden Talisman suppressed it, Ji Li himself kept it under control, and Mei Sheng ultimately knocked him unconscious. Once he lost consciousness, the curse lost its medium of transmission and naturally fell dormant.
With the eleven ghosts