Thud!
When the debris mixed with rainwater crashed down on the tall, gaunt figure of the Ghost Messenger like a massive lump of wet clay, it suddenly seemed to lose its footing and fell straight backward.
Under the Evil Spirit's illumination, rain gathered in Ji Li's eyes. Through his slightly blurred vision, he saw the Ghost Messenger's single eye covered in mud, and the oppressive sensation of being locked onto vanished completely.
At that moment, a voice slowly rose from behind him.
"I've been waiting for you for a long time..."
Ji Li turned around and saw Mei Sheng behind him, drenched from head to toe and pale-faced. Her expression was blank, but there was a trace of resentment in her voice as she looked at him.
Once the imprint of the Ghost Messenger's gaze was obscured, the spatial pressure that had been steadily encroaching on them also disappeared.
The Rose Hotel should have returned to normal now. At the same time, there was no longer just Ji Li on this path—Mei Sheng had joined him.
Looking at this companion who had entered the hotel separately from him, one in the light and one in the shadows, not long ago, Ji Li's expression barely changed, though his vigilance quietly increased.
Mei Sheng's situation was the most mysterious and complicated.
Logically, even if Ji Li had deliberately drawn Ruru's Mother's attention and created an opportunity for Mei Sheng to slip in, that opportunity should have been extremely brief.
At the latest, once Ji Li entered Room 412, Ruru's Mother should have noticed her and assigned her the identity of a guest.
Yet that was precisely what was strange. Mei Sheng apparently still was not a guest even now. She was simply someone without any identity.
"You aren't a guest in Room