Beneath the shaft, deep under the haunted tower.
The storm outside had raged for hours, yet it had done nothing to stir this corpse.
He was still dead.
A steel bar had pierced straight through his thighbone. His blood had long since drained into the shaft below, as though he was nearly bled dry.
His head remained twisted at a grotesquely exaggerated angle. Even the veins in his neck had snapped, and folds of skin were squeezed together like a tightly turned screw.
He was one of the many corpses in Bogu Tower, but also the most unusual.
He was Ji Li. Ji Li was dead.
Yet several souls beyond the control of his own thoughts seemed to remain in his mind, stirring.
"He's dead. Completely dead. Look at this corpse, with its last trace of life. Look at it. Isn't it beautiful?"
Amid the long silence, an utterly chilling voice, almost ghostlike, drifted lightly through the corpse.
"Who are you...?"
Third Personality had not faded with the death of Ji Li's main personality. Instead, he had spent hours suffering in a world without light or sound.
He had been waiting for Ji Li's main personality to awaken, to return from the dead and bring him back aboveground.
But when another voice rang out in his mind, Third Personality felt a little afraid.
He had never heard this voice before. It was neither Ji Li's main personality nor Second Personality, but an entirely new, unfamiliar male voice!
"I'm merely asking whether you can see the art this corpse embodies..."
"What art?"
"The beauty of bloodshed, despair, rigidity, and trembling..."
At those words, Third Personality understood. This voice had to belong to the fourth personality!
It heralded Ji Li's return from death—the fourth special personality to emerge, after him!
Yet the