"Let's not talk about prophets and whatnot for now, Minghuan, have you been exhausting yourself too much lately?" Red Dragon suddenly asked, "Pay attention to your mental state."
It scrutinized Ji Minghuan's face through reading glasses, and even in the spiritual world, that small body showed exhaustion, the back slightly hunched.
"What could possibly happen to me?" Ji Minghuan asked, unconcerned, as he fiddled with a puzzle on the ground.
In the Spirit Library, all was silent; the warm twilight enveloped everything, yet today the sunlight was especially red, and the spectral image of the white-haired girl was absent.
He sat cross-legged on the ground, reached out, and yanked hard on a hanging rope above his head.
Then he looked up, silently watching the four bodies hanging from the ceiling twitch back and forth, like a pile of rotten meat squirming.
