Two days ago.
The ninth floor of Dawn Tower.
A Ghost King mask screen split the light in two. The High Priest sat upright at the boundary between black and white, his silver mask half exposed beneath the light and half hidden in the darkness.
Though he sat perfectly straight, his entire person radiated an indescribable ease and elegance.
On the chessboard, black and white stones intertwined, encircling and attacking each other. Across from him, a person wearing a pig-head mask trembled constantly, speaking with some excitement.
"I'm about to win. Does your promise still count?"
"Of course."
The pig-headed man launched an even fiercer offensive. The white stones were nearly devouring the black ones, and the situation gradually became clear. The black stones had almost fallen into a losing position.
After Jiang You was brought to the door, the silver robot left.
It had simply abandoned her there without explaining anything else.
So she leaned against the threshold and watched the two people play chess.
That tall figure in the silver mask and blood-red robe was obviously the High Priest Mo Fei.
Especially those hands—they were exactly the same as in the photo Xu Rizhao had given her: long and slender, with clearly defined knuckles, and a perfectly placed little mole at the base of his right thumb.
As for the person across from him wearing the pig-head mask, Jiang You had never seen him before.
Even though she had witnessed plenty of bloody scenes, seeing that pig-headed man still made her uncomfortable.
Because that pig head was not a molded mask. It was a real pig's head.
It even looked extremely fresh. The wound at the severed neck was still bright-red flesh and blood.
Every bristle on the pig's head looked utterly real, while the black grime in