"Man wailing in the flames..."
"Female corpse suffocating in cold water..."
"Countless ghastly pale, icy faces..."
Over and over, scene after scene, images that had appeared from nowhere flashed wildly through Ji Li's mind.
They were memories, yet also illusions.
But what was real was that he saw one unfamiliar face after another. Like the people in those illusions, they wore the same perpetual indifference, standing like wooden stakes in the darkness of the shops on either side.
Ji Li could even sense their motionless hearts, like withered sprouts that had rotted and died, yet somehow rippling with panic.
It was fear. They feared him—the figure missing one leg, red light shining from his eyes as he precisely locked onto a certain room.
Once individuals hiding in dark corners were exposed, they instinctively felt fear. Even if they were ghosts, and the one who saw through them was a human.
That, too, was part of the rules.
Ji Li knew that the rule for this night was, in fact, that the first and second types of ghosts could not be uncovered.
Just as being discovered himself had nearly meant certain death, these ghosts were also bound by that rule. Their positions had now been perfectly reversed.
Savoring the aura of the Ghost Brain and ghost blood, complete disgust rose from the depths of his heart, yet he also sensed the trembling of the second Tracking Ghost.
Bang!
After crawling forward, Ji Li merely struck the hard door with his right hand, which had only two fingers left. The wooden door that seemed impossible to breach was easily pushed open.
"Hiss..."
The Red Lantern outside the room seemed to have reached the end of its wick as well. The instant the door opened, it went out on its own, leaving only