Gu Xingjian's arrival was an unexpected development for everyone except Ji Li, whose spirit had already departed his body.
But there was no doubt that his appearance here meant he had made all the necessary preparations, and he had chosen his timing with exceptional precision.
Everyone had reached the depths of despair and was naturally about to use the last trump card in their hands. This had given him the perfect opportunity to strike.
The scene Fang Shenyan had awaited for two days and two nights—the final blow—had finally arrived.
Gu Xingjian's narrow eyes reflected Ruru's flickering black robe as he revealed a blurry, overexposed photograph in his palm.
The scene rewound to the moment before Wang Kun's gruesome death. Everyone's positions were restored to where they had been half a minute earlier.
Hou Guisheng and Mei Sheng were bound in midair; Xiao Qian retreated to their side; Wei Guang knelt in front while Xue Tingtao lay behind him; Fang Shenyan slumped against the wall, watching the scene; and Ruru's Mother's severed head was right in front of him...
All the flesh and blood re-formed. Wang Kun was nailed in place by a single thin string. His terrified eyes were filled with the pale hand emerging from the Black Robed Figure's sleeve, only half an inch from the crown of his head!
Yet if one looked closely, as Wang Kun teetered on the verge of death, an indistinct glow appeared on his face. It was bright enough to bleach his features, creating the strange illusion of an overexposed photograph.
Death was about to repeat itself. It seemed to be a mark of reincarnation imprinted upon him.
The answer could only lie in the photograph Gu Xingjian had taken of Wang Kun before he entered the hotel.
Judging from the current