The coarse hemp rope rubbed against his skin, engulfing Lu Li's consciousness with a suffocating sensation akin to drowning.
Tap tap—
Knuckles lightly tapped the tabletop beside him.
Upon receiving the signal, Anna appeared mid-air, her twisted Soul Projection flowing and extending behind her like a reflection on the water.
Anna's eyes were blood-red and terrifying, surrounded by an invisible yet palpably evil force that protected Lu Li, layer upon layer.
The coarse hemp rope around Lu Li's neck tightened swiftly.
Crack—
As if a nonexistent breaking sound had emerged, this time, Anna caught a glimpse of the minuscule part of the force attacking Lu Li.
Irresistible and implacable.
It was like a fleeting glimpse into the abyss under the deep sea by someone on a lone boat on the ocean surface.
An evil spirit, the final form of all ghosts.
With dimming eyes, Anna struggled to muster the thought of confronting it.