Their Eighteenth Floor

"Gu Qingyun!!"

A furious roar from the floor below surged up to the Eighteenth Floor, venting helpless rage.

The Supernatural Power down there was chaotic, but most of it came from the same side.

Xue Tinghai and Li Guanqi were trapped on the sixteenth floor, under the fierce assault of Evil Spirits.

Draw a Circle to Imprison was indeed a sufficiently powerful Sin Object, but it seemed unlikely to hold out much longer.

As for why Xue Tinghai had called out that man's name in such dire straits, outsiders had no way of knowing.

Ji Li leaned against the staircase on the Eighteenth Floor, a burning cigarette pinched between his fingertips as he quietly listened to everything.

There were only three words in his mind: Gu Xingjian.

"Creak..."

The Eighteenth Floor's only door opened from within, and a man in a black-and-white striped tracksuit appeared at the other end of the corridor.

His appearance was utterly ordinary; if he walked down the street, no one would likely remember him.

Yet whenever he appeared in a mission, he often drew everyone's attention.

The man who had come was Gu Xingjian.

Ji Li drew the last drag of smoke into his lungs, casually tossed the cigarette away, then abruptly turned around. He had waited far too long.

The two men stood at opposite ends of the Eighteenth Floor, with lightless darkness between them.

Neither spoke first, neither made the first move. Only the mournful wail of the wind echoed between them.

The way downstairs was on Ji Li's side. As long as he did not move, no one could leave.

Gu Xingjian's figure was indistinct in the darkness, but Ji Li vaguely saw that something seemed to have appeared in his palm.

But he did not care.

Ji Li did not say