In a mass of shadows, a figure leisurely passed through the corridor, slipping from one side where Chen Ke stood to the other.
Chen Ke aimed his gun at the entrance across the hallway and quickly walked over. Could that thing, which was invisible to Spiritual Vision, be the little boy in the kitchen?
This time, he acted swiftly as he didn't want to let the other party slip away. Chen Ke's plan was simple: catch up to the target, knock it down with a burst of Spiritual Energy, then burn it to death with An Helei's ashes.
He pressed against the wall, sharply turned into the hallway, and aimed his gun at the shadow in front of him.
Under the red light, Chen Ke saw that it was a young man about his own height with black hair, wearing a checkered pajama, and barefoot, slowly walking ahead.
Suddenly, Chen Ke felt his muscles tighten, and his hand holding the gun slightly trembled. The pattern on the young man's pajamas was eerily familiar, inducing an illusion.
