Fang Shenyan, who had remained silent the entire time, suddenly turned around. His withered hand reached back and pressed down on Ji Li's shoulder.
Those eyes, filled with deathly desolation, seemed to see a figure behind Ji Li that no one else could see.
Ji Li suddenly raised his head. Fang Shenyan's pallid face was reflected in his blood-red eyes, yet from his perspective, he saw a young man wearing headphones and carrying a backpack.
"It wants to clear the game and eliminate people. Gao Bo, raise the umbrella. Xiao Qian, save them."
This time, Fang Shenyan looked directly at Ji Li as he spoke, but his words were meant for two others.
Although Ji Li's intervention had come at a terrible cost, it had still bought the others a brief chance to catch their breath within this dead end entirely controlled by ghosts.
A tattered Oil-paper Umbrella suddenly bloomed open in Gao Bo's palm, but it could not block the scattered lime powder.
However, once the umbrella opened, the puppet-like numbness that had controlled him finally vanished, replaced by endless fear and unbearable trembling.
Once the umbrella opened, he saw someone standing amid the lime rain across from him...
The figure wore black clothes and a black robe, with a White Mask covering his face. He leaned on a black cane and stood in the lime rain, his body twisting and flickering like a television with poor reception.
It was not as though Gao Bo had never seen ghosts. Though he was merely an ordinary person, he had encountered many horrifying, vicious-looking ghosts during the Rose Hotel missions.
But none of them had ever given him such instinctive fear, even creating the illusion that he did not dare resist.
"What happens if I resist...?"
The same thought took root