Warning, gaze, repentance, listening, watching, drifting, dread...
The moment the door opened, who knew how many bizarre states were awakened within this utterly exhausted body.
His chaotic consciousness foretold a fractured mind. In a state where "I am myself, yet not myself," he was met with an unexpected sight.
Ji Li—or "Ji Li"—saw different banquet halls through his left and right eyes.
In his left eye was a decayed, ruined banquet. Two Wedding Candles had burned down to nothing but scraps, while Eight Immortals Tables lay scattered in every direction, covered in mold.
Dried leftovers were strewn with severed human limbs. The two had mixed together and been worn away by time until not even a nauseating stench remained.
In his right eye was a lively scene of toasting and feasting. Rows of Wedding Candles burned brightly for the celebration, and rows of wedding tables and chairs, draped in red cloth, cast strange shadows across the floor.
Twelve fragrant dishes—eight meat, four vegetable, plus pastries—filled the room. Pairs of hands crossed beneath the candlelight, yet the heads remained stiffly seated in their original places, slowly turning toward the back door before stopping halfway.
This severe Mental Split had divided him into two different personalities. Beyond the original "second and Third Personality," Ji Li had developed a new form of Mental Illness, brought about by the Evil Spirit.
The talisman Zhang Huairen had carved before "becoming immortal through his lungs" now radiated suppressive golden light through that ascension, but the Skin Peeling Ghost's actions had greatly weakened its effect.
Now, the Mental Split caused by the Evil Spirit possessing him had created an awkward state. He seemed insane, yet not entirely so; he seemed like himself, yet not wholly himself.
This extreme case made Ji Li even more unique. On certain