"How many have been killed?"
Tong En's voice sounded a little strange, as if she couldn't bear it.
"Four! Branch No. 1 is definitely getting wiped out today!"
A Jing sounded excited. Despite having no head, she stood on tiptoe to peer through the hospital's main entrance.
Female Voice stood nearby holding an umbrella. She neither spoke nor reacted. For once, her picturesque face bore no expression, making it clear that she was thinking of something while leaving it impossible to guess what.
His ill-fitting raincoat whipped wildly in the wind, outlining Ji Li's somewhat lean frame. He stood straight amid the crowd, yet did not look up.
The packed, surging crowd had somehow become unable to approach him. They all passed around him as though ignoring his existence.
Everything around him remained just as chaotic and unbearable. The security guards shouted themselves hoarse, but they still could not stop the crowds desperate for treatment in the torrential rain.
Between motion and stillness, the events outside seemed to have nothing to do with him.
From a perspective invisible to ordinary people, countless ghosts flickered in and out beside Ji Li.
None of them had a form, nor did they move. They seemed to be mere shadows following behind him, yet each one radiated an unsettled air, as if unwilling to remain lonely.
The manager of five branches was no empty title—at least, not for Ji Li.
After consecutively taking over the sixth, eighth, and ninth branches, by the time he arrived at City Central Hospital, the number of ghosts his Heterochromatic Eyes had caught had reached an unprecedented, terrifying level.
It could be said that if he were willing to deploy all these ghosts into the Seventh Branch, the hotel would immediately be promoted to four stars, perhaps even swell