This world was an absurd and bizarre supernatural place, containing countless rules. Every terrifying folk element could come true here, even mere rumors.
A mere Night Watchman could even use folk legends as a means of murder. It was truly impossible to guard against.
Ji Li had expected the most dangerous point of the night to be the fourth watch, after all, that was the final step before dawn. He had not expected the true killing blow to fall during the third watch.
That move had truly caught him off guard and nearly stripped him completely of his ability to resist.
With both his thoughts and movements frozen, Ji Li felt no pain, yet he could clearly sense death approaching.
It was the invisible hand that emerged from within his body, reaching straight for the Ghost Heart.
Ji Li's first thought was that it came from the strange tale of the rule—"when the King of Hell calls for someone to die at the third watch."
But in truth, this power still belonged to a ghost. The way it seized the Ghost Heart made that clear. It was certainly not a rule designed or commandeered by the Night Watchman.
Its insoluble method of attack had merely become entangled with that unsolvable ghost story, creating an overwhelming sense that resistance was impossible.
Ji Li was not afraid of ghosts. What he feared were rules.
In this world, ghosts far outnumbered people, but rules far surpassed ghosts. No matter how fiercely humans and ghosts fought, both they and them had to coexist and hunt beneath the rules.
Perhaps that was also why Tianhai Hotel existed, and why the Real World still maintained a surface-level stability.
But in truth, whether the Night Watchman was using rules or ghosts, it was doomed to fail.
Perhaps