The wax drippings had piled up higher and higher, and the Light Sources in the banquet hall flickered unsteadily, blurred and indistinct.
There were twenty-three tables at the scene. The one at the very front was most likely unusable, since the identities there were too sensitive. The best hiding places were still these ordinary guest tables.
But when he swept the room with his naked eye, all the ghosts in the two hundred and twenty chairs were invisible. What method could he use to determine which seats were empty?
Ji Li slowly turned around and looked at the chair he had been leaning against, then fixed his gaze on the bowl of white rice on the table.
Slender black bamboo chopsticks stood inserted in the rice that rose above the rim of the bowl. The white rice had been packed tightly, its top rounded into a semicircle. The other nine bowls at the table were exactly the same.
The banquet was underway. These ghosts should have been eating while remaining invisible to the naked eye.
Logically speaking, invisible ghosts and invisible eating should have operated under the same set of rules. If he could uncover how they ate, perhaps he could use that to determine where there were no ghosts.
Ji Li shifted his gaze to the twelve dishes on the table. Fish, shrimp, meat, and vegetables were all present, some cold and some hot. A portion of the hot dishes still retained a little warmth.
Judging by how long the dishes had been cooling, the wedding banquet should have only begun after he entered the banquet hall.
But why were the dishes scentless?
Ji Li narrowed his eyes in the darkness. He seemed to have found a vague pattern.
Taking the table before him as an example, despite standing