Chapter 22
No matter what…
Lu Li grabbed the flintlock pistol, got to his feet, and surveyed the chaos around him, with debris strewn across the floor.
…One ghost had been dealt with.
A leather holster separated his hand from the engraved patterns on the gun. The sensation of the gun becoming stronger wasn’t an illusion. With an evil spirit vanquished under its barrel, the rose patterns etched into the flintlock’s body had blossomed slightly.
Perhaps, after resolving the gallery incident, he could ask Hades about it.
Rustle rustle—
A strange sound faintly emanated from downstairs. Deciding not to clean up Benjamin’s office, Lu Li stepped over the shattered mess on the floor, picked up the oil lamp left in the corner, and glanced at the statue in the opposite corner before heading out.
Bang.
The door closed softly behind him, cutting off the last bit of light and plunging the disordered room into pitch-black silence.