But how could this be possible? Xiao Buli wondered in his heart. This was just a memory, he was nonexistent in reality, and he was observing this world from the perspective of a bystander. Moreover, it shouldn't just be an image formed by the Book Spirit, right? If that was the case, how could it see him? Could there be something behind him? While pondering, Xiao Buli shook the mouse and turned around, finding nothing but empty space behind him. He turned back to the screen, but just as he did so, the shadowy figure suddenly vanished from its original place, and when he looked back at the screen, it appeared right in front of him, its face made of black mist pressing against his screen, slowly filling it.