This method might work, or it might not. After all, there was no indication that the funeral procession could be joined.
But with the loss of his left hand, Ji Li's time had been drastically reduced, and the duration of this predicament had been compressed to the limit.
The four coffin bearers were gradually approaching, treating him as if he were invisible, seemingly about to collide head-on with him.
He hesitated no longer. Drawing his short blade, he darted forward and sliced through the Mourning Cloth tied around the first coffin bearer's arm. As the light strip of cloth fell away, he deftly caught it and tied it around his own arm.
At the same time, he swiftly stripped away and replaced that coffin bearer's Mourning Clothes.
Throughout the process, no one spoke or made any unnecessary movements. Even the coffin bearer offered no resistance whatsoever.
It simply carried the solid wood coffin upright and continued forward, paying no heed to Ji Li's actions until every feature related to the funeral procession had been removed from its body.
The coffin bearer's figure suddenly began to distort. Without its Mourning Clothes, its dark coarse garments made it appear, to the naked eye, like a pitch-black blot of color.
The stars in the night sky remained unchanged. There was no moon tonight, yet it was exceptionally bright.
But Ji Li could no longer make out the coffin bearer's actual form. It was as if, once it lost the characteristics of a funeral procession, it had exposed its true nature: merely a virtual figure that should not exist.
A violent headache and dizziness crashed over him once again.
The coffin bearer vanished before his eyes. This disappearance, which fell outside the original rules, actually inflicted another headache upon him—and one far more terrifying