When the man admitted his loss, Du Wei immediately entered Spirit Vision.
Next second.
He saw the color tone in the hall shift slightly.
It was like a scene from an old movie—dim and gloomy. Even though it was daytime and there were lights in the hall, the shadows were spreading.
The guests were wrapped in fine black threads, which looked extremely eerie.
On that man, however, the black threads became animated, slowly burrowing into his body.
Before long, those black threads detached and drifted toward another man sitting opposite at the table.
The man's hairstyle, clothes, appearance, physique, and even his behavior—everything about him felt familiar to Du Wei, reminiscent of Father Tony, Officer Tom, and James...
As Du Wei watched the man, their gazes met, and the man flashed an elegant smile.
It looked like the greeting between the most familiar of friends.
But a sudden surge of indescribable terror exploded in Du Wei's mind...
"It's an Evil Spirit..."