In Victor's room.
Du Wei's pace came to a halt, and in his Spirit Vision state, he stared at the man wearing a tuxedo whose face he couldn't make out, his gaze not moving in the slightest.
Victor, on the other hand, looked on with a puzzled face, being an ordinary person, she couldn't see the Evil Spirit.
Or perhaps, the time had not yet come.
She watched Du Wei, expressionless, holding a black umbrella in one hand, silent, wanting to ask if something was amiss, yet not daring to speak, she could only remain silent.
At this very moment.
In Du Wei's eyes, the tuxedo-clad man was acting very strangely.
The feeling he gave was completely different from past encounters with Evil Spirits.
There was no sense of imminent death, nor that gloomy and terrifying feeling, just a peculiar eeriness.
"Is this an Evil Spirit?"
Du Wei asked himself in his mind, his left hand gripping the handle of the black umbrella ever so slightly without actually opening it.
