Chapter 4
“The Spirit Gun. Wooden handle, silver-plated barrel, the best companion for a novice exorcist. As its name suggests, it allows its wielder to sense ghosts and even hurt them.”
Hades’ deep voice echoed softly, his rows of golden teeth gleaming under the dim oil lamp light, casting a mesmerizing glow.
But in that moment, a chill crawled up Lu Li’s spine.
As soon as he picked up the flintlock pistol, the entire tavern seemed to fill with an oppressive, sinister malice. Every shadowed corner felt as if venomous eyes were watching him, and the previously empty seats were now faintly crowded with eerie figures.
The glow of the oil lamp and the light filtering through the window dimmed visibly, consumed by the encroaching darkness. An overwhelming abyssal shadow surged forward—
“If I were you, I wouldn’t keep holding it.”
Hades’ abrupt voice snapped Lu Li out of the illusion.
Lu Li’s pupils tightened. He lifted his gaze and silently looked around. The flame in the oil lamp was steady and upright, the light from the window remained a soft haze, and the first-floor seating was still empty and vacant.
“Why,” Lu Li asked as he placed the flintlock pistol back on the counter, casting a shadow over it.