The sensation of falling was like fluffy snow pressing down on a patch of cotton.
It added an illusion-like sense of unreality to the feeling of weightlessness.
Long Hair Strands followed the force of the descent, their tips lashing against the thin wound on Ji Li's right cheek, making it itch and sting.
The scene before his eyes shifted from falsehood toward reality, changing from the second floor to the first.
"So you had been coming after me all along..."
A trace of understanding surfaced in Ji Li's calm eyes, making him even more composed in the face of the attack.
The descent was not fast—at least, it appeared significantly slowed to the human eye. Perhaps this was a limitation of the ghost's ability, or perhaps it was simply its particular method of killing.
But it also gave Ji Li time to break free. He tapped the Coffin Lid of the Bronze Ancient Coffin with the tip of his shoe.
A slender yet elegant longsword flew out. The tassel on its hilt wrapped around its wielder's wrist, as though binding the two together.
Ji Li slowly turned his head in midair and saw a familiar face.
That face belonged to a man, but his expression resembled the Female Ghost's. A faint smile hung at the corners of his mouth, and within the whites of his eyes, only Ji Li remained.
The two hands that had previously gripped Ji Li's ankles had now climbed to his waist.
Two sheets of white paper were stuck to its palms, as though they were a pair of white gloves, granting it the authority to invade.
It could invade not only space, but the human body as well.
The Red-clothed Ghost's two hands seeped directly through Ji Li's clothes and into his body.
Ji Li