"There are two such skins."
A grating voice, like pebbles scraping against glass, suddenly rang out between Ji Li and Li Yi.
The voice carried extraordinary power. It made the listener's bones tremble, as though skin and bone were gradually being sliced apart by the sound.
Ji Li's gaze sharpened. Half a meter ahead of him, the Dark Red Organization suddenly swelled with a bloody bulge that slowly expanded.
A humanoid thing emerged beneath a viscous crimson membrane. When the membrane burst open, an unfamiliar woman appeared in its place.
The woman had delicate features and fair skin, with the fresh youthfulness of someone in her twenties. Yet her voice carried the chilling horror of a vicious ghost, creating a stark contrast.
It first glanced at Ji Li, then slowly turned to face Li Yi. Clearly, he was the other half of its remark about "two skins."
Seeing this, Ji Li slowly backed away with the Stage Sword in hand, retreating farther and farther.
Li Yi narrowed his eyes. He saw through the beautiful shell to the filthy eyes beneath, and utter disgust showed between his brows.
He raised a hand and drew a short black blade. The crow on his shoulder took flight at once as he said blandly,
"What the hell are you supposed to be..."
Unlike everyone else, under certain conditions, Li Yi was the only person capable of confronting ghostly creatures head-on.
He had been depressed and withdrawn for too long, and with the trouble stirred up by the White Robe Ghost, he had not truly gone all out in a long time. So long that many had forgotten he had once bulldozed through countless missions alone.
This short black blade had once nearly killed Ji Li's duplicate. It had only failed to display its true