Ji Li had never experienced a mission that developed like this. Of course, none of this was a mission familiar to either Heavenly Sea or him; it had only arisen from an accident that never should have happened.
In this story, whether it was Heavenly Sea or Ji Li himself, both were parties dragged into it.
As for the one who had initiated it, she was quietly standing inside the main hall at this moment, her figure hidden behind a thin wooden door. Perhaps she was silently hoping, perhaps waiting without a word, or perhaps...
In any case, the straightforward road to death and the straightforward road to life were both being presented in an even more brutal and simple manner.
That heart was still trembling without cease, making the blood throughout Ji Li's body surge and flow, awakening the lonely courage born of his will to survive.
Beneath the Red Moon, amid the nightmare scene of heaven and earth rolling together, the doors and windows of the main hall began trembling and shaking. From within came the third urgent summons toward the path of life, sharp and piercing.
"The auspicious hour has arrived! Hurry and enter the hall!"
Dragging his crippled right leg, Ji Li quickly headed toward the main hall along the Black Line he had crushed across the floor tiles earlier.
But the road was beginning to turn strange and elusive. The straight Black Line had been rigidly extended ahead one moment, only to abruptly vanish the next, appearing instead upon the beam draped in red silk.
The ashes and pus-blood left behind by the paper guest figures and wedding procession on the road ahead began flowing backward toward his feet.
The scattered Red Robes and Mourning Clothes, even the human skeletons woven from willow branches, were