Yang Jian encountered Zhao Feng, an old messenger from the fifth floor, on the stairs.
Eerie phosphorescent flames floated through the air in scattered specks. Though they did not seem numerous, they drove away the surrounding darkness and thoroughly illuminated the area. They were somewhat like Li Jun's ghost fire, but these phosphorescent flames were clearly a one-use Supernatural Item, because their source was the white rib bone in Zhao Feng's hand.
Moreover, not much of that white rib bone remained. It seemed that a portion of it was consumed with every use.
"This newcomer is no simple man. There are signs of erosion by a fierce ghost on him, and he is holding a strange spear. That should be the Supernatural Item he obtained. It bears heavy traces of handcrafting, like a modern handmade object, yet he dares wander alone at night. He is either insane or formidable."
"If he managed to take the black letter from Room 502, then the latter is far more likely. Dealing with a newcomer like this seems a little too much for me alone."
Using the time while the phosphorescent flames burned, Zhao Feng observed Yang Jian and assessed the situation.
And judging from the results of his assessment, the situation did not seem promising.
He felt that he had underestimated this newcomer who had come to the fifth floor. Before coming here, he had assumed this newcomer was like all the previous ones, with limited abilities, and had perhaps taken the black letter through a bit of luck. After all, he did not believe anyone could truly contend with so many supernatural entities within Room 502.
But this newcomer seemed to be something special.
"My name is Yang Jian."
Yang Jian glanced at the strange phosphorescent flames floating in the air, then