Her swept-up long hair briefly obscured her vision. A chill flashed through Ji Li's eyes as he caught sight of a huge figure nearly two meters tall in the corner of his vision, draped in a pitch-black robe and wreathed in wisps of black smoke.
A massive axe half a man's height was clutched tightly in the Black Robed Figure's gaunt, branchlike hand. Against its all-black attire, that deathly pale hand stood out starkly.
But the next second, before Ji Li could turn around, the Black Robed Figure in the corner of his vision abruptly vanished from the room. Even the giant axe embedded in the door vanished with it.
Ji Li's Ghost Heart pounded heavily. It was not from fright, but more like it had sensed an intense threat and begun issuing an abnormal warning.
The Black Robed Figure's disappearance with the axe did not bring him even a momentary sense of safety. The strange, spreading smell of corpse oil lingered stubbornly and only grew stronger.
Ji Li was like a living man soaking in the center of a pool of corpse oil. Though he could not see the terror around him, he remained immersed in terror all the same.
His gaze kept darting about as he rapidly considered why this attack had occurred, searching for a way to break it.
Just then, another vicious gust swept in. Behind the translucent glass of the bathroom, a horrifying black silhouette emerged, though the terrifying giant axe arrived before it did.
Bang!
The bathroom's glass door shattered in response. Ji Li's left hand gripped the doorknob, but he ultimately darted to the right.
The shower of shattered glass and violent crash turned Room 412 into the Rose Hotel's only source of disturbance. The thick scent of corpse oil and the enormous