Mo Xiaoling's desperation was something Wan Jisheng couldn't understand.
Still standing there in a daze, Wan Jisheng asked, "What? That's not Sister Hei..."
Before he could finish, the yin energy belonging to Sister Hei had already surged toward Mo Xiaoling.
Mo Xiaoling had only enough time to shove Wan Jisheng away. She recalled the scene of his death, wanting to kill Sister Hei.
If she killed Sister Hei, she wouldn't survive either.
At the last moment, Mo Xiaoling put the brakes on that thought.
Sister Hei let out a scream, and the mass of yin energy froze in front of Mo Xiaoling.
She couldn't kill Sister Hei. She couldn't die yet.
Mo Xiaoling panted heavily, at a loss for what to do.
"Xiaoling..." Wan Jisheng called out, bewildered.
Mo Xiaoling turned around instinctively.
The darkness before her had vanished. She saw a brightly lit room.
Wan Jisheng stood right in front of her, talking on the phone.
She heard him call her name in confusion. He checked his phone, then put it back to his ear and called out twice.
The call seemed to have dropped.
Yin energy filled the hotel room. Wan Jisheng noticed nothing. He hung up and dialed again, but all he heard was a busy signal.
It felt as though a hand had seized Mo Xiaoling's heart.
She watched Wan Jisheng stand unknowingly in the yin energy. Slowly, he lost his life and became a ghost.
His ghost moved his body around the room. He used the hotel's landline to dial, but the call still wouldn't go through. After a moment's thought, Wan Jisheng left the room.
Outside, there was no hallway. There was a road.
Wan Jisheng froze. When he turned back, the room had vanished too.
His expression stiffened. He reached out and felt