When the Truth Seeker placed the last hat down, the entire table was covered with nineteen hats, all emanating a green glow, completely transformed.
The pitch-black, decaying bark of the wooden hut began to peel, and the candles beside it snuffed out without any breeze, yet the room was filled with a gentle, warm light.
It was the lingering ghosts.
The ghosts radiated a warm yellow light, and their floating mists gathered with the light. They reached out to pick up the hats on the table, and as an ancient song began to play, they naturally passed the hats to the right.
The song was in a language Ren Suo couldn't understand, something like an ancient, lost form of Chinese, or a song sung by shamans and priestesses during divine rituals.
Yet Ren Suo mysteriously comprehended its meaning, as if the voice activated the language center in his brain, playing the meaning directly into Ren Suo's mind like piano keys.
