Ji Li slowly closed his eyes and retraced everything he had experienced that night, putting his body's disappearance out of his mind.
At that moment, a crystalline snowflake drifted in through the doorway. Just as it was about to touch his frozen face, it stopped in midair.
Time itself seemed to have come to a standstill as he closed his eyes and looked back.
After experiencing all of this, when he finally traced it back to its source and looked over it again, he realized he had misunderstood something from the very beginning.
"Who said that failing to enter the bridal chamber for three nights meant three ghosts would join forces to kill me?"
Questioning this now felt somewhat contrary to common sense. No matter how he looked at it, since Ji Li "owed" three nights of absence, he would surely have to make up for them tonight.
There had seemed nothing wrong with that. Once the idea naturally occurred to him, Ji Li had never considered overturning it.
But just now, when he had witnessed the Tracking Ghost being erased by the rules with his "own eyes," he had discovered a major point of doubt.
Before coming to this room, he had used the existing rules and information to establish information sharing with the Tracking Ghost, receiving each other's emotions, perceptions, and sensations.
He had thus pinpointed its location and exposed it to the rules, causing a ghost to "die horribly."
At first, the logic sounded perfectly sound, and Ji Li had initially seen nothing wrong with it either. Yet after the Tracking Ghost died, the remote killing he had already countered began again, even more violently.
A question suddenly occurred to him—if he and the Tracking Ghost had been sharing information, why had he received none of its