"Who?"
"Did you see clearly?"
"Who are you?"
"Did you see clearly?"
"Who the hell are you!"
"You saw clearly..."
Ji Li braced himself on his numb arms and slowly sat up from the icy floor. His long, ink-black hair spilled loose like a waterfall, and flowing moonlight reflected in his gray-black eyes.
All the voices were gone, whether from inside his head or outside his body.
He was still in the Rose Hotel, but the hands of the mechanical watch on his wrist were approaching half past midnight. At last, he had moved beyond that nightmarish moment.
Like a puppet controlled by strings, he moved his stiff limbs and slowly descended the stairs.
Greeting him alongside the reception desk, rendered cold and desolate by the moonlight, were those who had escaped death only to resemble vicious ghosts themselves.
Xue Tingtao was dying, yet could not die. His sin object was second only to Hou Guisheng's. His elder brother, long since dead, had left him the most foolproof means of survival.
As long as he was not chopped to pieces, he could still be saved.
Wei Guang could finally release the breath he had been holding. Though half his life had been lost, now that everything was over, he would live on.
The look he gave Xue Tingtao also made it clear that this incident would change his way of thinking.
Xiao Qian Duyue remained as she was. The White Cloth once again covered her eyes, concealing the emptiness that could never be filled.
She stood by the entrance, uninjured but utterly alone, her figure frail.
After this incident, she had lost the Eye of Calamity, lost the ghost card, and had no sin objects left. She had become a completely useless blind woman.
Where she would go, and what