In the room, James eerily floated up, some fifty centimeters off the ground, his face flushed red as he clutched his throat, gasping for air.
Meanwhile, Harry was hoisted high by the collar, lifted up by the Evil Spirit Du Wei.
At that moment, the Evil Spirit Du Wei's face maintained a detached smile, but his eyes were filled with bloodshot veins, creating a terrifying visage.
Throughout this process, his actions and demeanor always possessed an indescribable elegance.
If one were to overlook the abnormalities, he indeed appeared quite the gentleman.
Suddenly...
The smile on the Evil Spirit Du Wei's face abruptly froze, and he turned his head to look behind him.
Somehow, Homier had already unzipped his backpack and taken out the mask, cracked all over, with only the eye area left open and devoid of any other facial features.
"You want to put that mask on me? But I don't like it," he said.
