The newly appeared lines on the page merely greeted the Players and assured them of their safety before abruptly ending almost as soon as they began.
The few characters that followed were even fainter, their forms loose and their strokes winding, as though the hand holding the pen had suddenly lost its strength and could only sketch out the rough shape of the words.
Even so, the information they conveyed was valuable enough.
Luo Haihua and her husband, whom they had assumed were more likely dead than alive, had not truly died. Not only were they still in the Instance, but they could also transmit information through paper and pen.
They might even be in this very room. They had not disappeared at all; the other Players simply could not see them...
The words [A specter dies and becomes the Unheard; the Unheard dies and becomes the Unseen] on the system interface were unmistakable, and the notes in the Netherworld Record—[What is looked at but cannot be seen is called the Unseen; what is listened to but cannot be heard is called the Unheard]—were still vivid in his mind. The answer was practically staring them in the face—
By some coincidence, Luo Haihua and her husband had most likely transformed into the form of the "Unheard-Unseen."
But how many times had they died to skip straight from ghosts to the Unheard-Unseen?
Could it be that they had been locked in the room last night and burned over and over by the fire, dying repeatedly?
"Lin Wen, what happened?" Tang Yu asked when he saw Qi Si holding the sheet of paper, his expression gradually turning strange.
Qi Si put a stop to the ill-timed dark joke in his mind, turned around, and handed the paper to Lin Chen, who was