The chill coursing through his body made Ji Li recall the nightmare brought by another ghost, though this one carried an entirely different extreme.
When that ghost peeled skin, it inflicted unbearable pain and terrifying pressure—the direct horror of watching one's own skin being stripped away before one's eyes.
But the Time Ghost was different. In his blind state, this peeling felt like a stream flowing over his entire body. Not only was there no pain, but there was even a faint, soothing comfort.
Ji Li sat on the rigid skeletal chair, his back pressed tightly against protruding bones. Their hardness forced him to sit upright.
"Human skin, human skin, worn inside out as human clothes."
Combined with the final scene from the previous setting, the Time Ghost had lost its bridal gown and urgently needed Ji Li's skin, turning it inside out into a new wedding garment.
Following that logic, the solution should lie in making "human skin" lose its meaning as bridal attire. Then this round of the Deadly Game would collapse on its own.
Things no longer seemed complicated once he had deduced that much.
Ji Li's eyes were swollen and red, his cheeks pale. He slowly lowered his head. Though he could see nothing, an image of a skeleton appeared in his mind—a damaged skeleton.
"My skin is useless to you."
The low murmur slipped from his cracked lips as Ji Li suddenly yanked back his left hand.
The force that had gripped his wrist in the haze resurfaced like iron pincers, but this time, Ji Li struggled violently and pulled his left hand backward.
That skinless left hand touched the chair's "armrest."
At that instant, the chill roaming Ji Li's torso surged sharply, from cool to cold, from cold to ice, until it became a