"Dean Ji..."
Duan Yanyan began to grow restless. Disregarding etiquette, she clutched Ji Li's sleeve and spoke in a very low voice.
Ji Li had no time to reassure her. He stepped forward and surveyed the white world around him with what little vision he had.
Facing Luo Ge and the other hotel staff, he said coldly:
"I imagine you have some idea of what you're going through. Now I can tell you for certain.
We're inside a special path.
You can think of it as the stretch between the Haunted Academy and the Ghost-Free Academy."
Luo Ge, Qiu Taoyu, and Jiang Xi were the most qualified to speak on this point.
The three of them had taken part in last night's White Mist Operation in the dormitory, and the moment they arrived here, they had sensed something familiar.
Qiu Taoyu threw away the slim cigarette before finishing it, tucked cold hands into pockets, and asked doubtfully:
"I don't understand. Why is there no 'guide' in this special path?"
That was precisely the problem.
This was undoubtedly a special path. Otherwise, none of them could have survived until today.
Yet if they classified it as a special path, several things failed to make sense.
First, there was no guide—the "lead" Ji Li had mentioned.
Without a guide, they had no route into the Haunted Academy and would have to find their own way;
Second, there was actually a ghost here.
Under normal circumstances, neither the Ghost-Free Academy nor a special path should have contained openly present ghosts.
A special path was, in fact, an extension of the Ghost-Free Academy, an intermediate stretch reaching toward the Haunted Academy.
Third, there was everyone's intuition.
The Third Personality, whose senses were the sharpest, had felt intensely uneasy from the moment he encountered the