Looking at the iconic number "3" on the beam below, Ji Li abruptly raised his head and peered upward through the gaps in the staircase.
In the dim environment, the stairs above and below had no discernible pattern. They seemed to have become steps in an Infinite Loop, each one new and unfamiliar.
Ji Li suppressed the agitation in his heart and stared intently at the stairwell entrance to the Third Floor. The Ghost Messenger's sounds condensed within the rain, drawing closer bit by bit, though not particularly quickly.
But presumably, in just ten seconds, he would see the Ghost Messenger's full appearance up close. And when that happened, it would undoubtedly be his death.
Given the current situation, whether he fled upward or downward no longer mattered much. The only way to break it might lie in that single glance from before.
The reason the Fake Persons had not been attacked while Ji Li had instead fallen into a spatial encirclement was most likely because he had done something none of them had—looked at the Ghost Messenger.
So, if a solution existed, it should be found by digging into that very point.
With torrential rain pouring over him, Ji Li stood in the darkness between the third and fourth floors. He made no further move, maintaining that posture as he stared fixedly at the Corridor Entrance.
Under the emergency lights, the curtain of rain formed a thin blue-green mist. Within it, the sound of copper bells seemed like accompaniment to the misty rain, while the heavy panting came from the Ghost Messenger still outside his field of view.
Soon. Very soon...
The distance between it and Ji Li began to close. At the same time, Ji Li clearly sensed the space around him beginning to warp.
But he paid