For one brief moment, Ji Li seemed to think that the even hoarser voice had spoken his name.
But that was impossible.
What had happened fifty years ago was simply too bizarre and grotesque.
Ji Li placed the heads of his seven friends atop seven Stone Pillars one by one, and the name of the ritual he spoke bore an extraordinary resemblance to his own name.
It was enough to make the soul observing from the perspective of the sacrifice wonder—was there some connection between the two?
After a long wait, the perspective finally began moving again.
A pair of deathly pale, almost supernatural hands slowly lifted the head. Ji Li had no heart, but if he still had one at that moment, it would surely have trembled.
As those hands raised the head, his perspective slowly rose from the ground, following that person's movements upward step by step.
But the Stone Pillar was only a meter tall. All he could see was the slender outline beneath the black robe and that person's continuously heaving chest.
What astonished Ji Li was the silver pendant hanging from the Black Robed Figure's chest.
The pendant itself was clearly extraordinary. Its pure silver chain was barely thicker than Hair Strands, and from up close, he could even see engraved patterns along its surface.
But the most important part was naturally the center of the pendant—an eye-shaped form set with seven-colored crystals.
At first glance, it was as dazzling as a kaleidoscope. Yet upon closer consideration, its origin became immediately clear—Heterochromatic Eyes!
It was precisely the Heterochromatic Eyes that every clerk currently possessed, specifically meant for capturing ghosts.
If all things truly revolved in cycles.
Ji Li's thoughts were violently pulled between fifty years ago and the present, leaving him dazed.
Until the severed