Meng Liu was dead.
Until the moment of his death, he had no idea how he had died.
He Li had been talking to himself since he entered the room, ignoring Meng Liu. Meng Liu had only attacked twice, and then... he was killed.
Meng Liu's body dissipated. To be precise, it first turned into black ash, and then gradually vanished, dying in the same way as Lu Xiangnan's head.
He Jun flicked his hand gently and said, "You've developed your own thoughts, and that's good. But I still hope you can live happily. When you met with Susan to discuss entering the Spirit Management Association, those few people couldn't sense your thoughts or your inner turmoil.
But I could clearly feel your thoughts and your uneasy heart.
So, I came out and made the decision for you.
They all genuinely meant well for you, but their subjective consciousness was too strong, making them prone to overlooking your thoughts. Don't blame them."
He Li nodded and smiled faintly, "I know."
Creak...
The sound of a door opening came from the corridor.
The next moment,
Outside the door behind He Li, three demon wolfhounds the size of small calves appeared, their fur bristling, saliva seeping from their fangs, roaring and lunging at He Li.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Unsurprisingly, all three demon wolfhounds crashed into an invisible wall.
Then,
They froze there, but in their scarlet, ferocious eyes, there was still brutality and a craving for food.
Puff... Puff... Puff...
After three muffled sounds,
The three demon wolfhounds turned into dust.
He Li walked out of the room and stood in the corridor, looking at the short, dark-skinned man standing in front of room 2206. He looked like he was from Southeast Asia or Vietnam, but to He Li, it made no difference.
He Li approached Zanka step by step, each step as if treading on Zanka's ladder of life. His eyes were very calm. He had only glanced at Zanka just now, and then looked straight ahead, walking towards 2214.
"Looking down on me? Spirit Awakener!"
Zanka roared in anger. Behind him, a bizarre stone statue, half a meter tall, appeared, like some deity enshrined in a shrine. Black mist emanated from around the stone statue, and demons kept emerging from the black mist, gradually growing larger and roaring as they charged at He Li.
But no matter how fiercely those demons charged, they turned into dust in mid-air.
As He Li approached step by step, the demons turned into dust one by one. Zanka's expression changed from anger to disbelief and terror. He leaned against the doorframe, dejected. He couldn't make a sound, watching in despair as He Li walked past him.
Then, he stared blankly as his body slowly turned black, then gradually turned to ash, and finally vanished.
Strolling leisurely,
This was He Li's understanding of He Jun at the moment. Just now, he had only seen He Jun brush past that person, and then that person died.
Just as he had thought at home, He Jun didn't care about any plan at all.
He Jun turned his head and looked to the front left, saying, "You're right, your captain is watching you from afar."
He Li looked up at the surveillance camera above the corridor and smiled calmly, "Not enough."
Several kilometers away from the Blue Red Court Hotel, in a car by the roadside, Susan was looking at the image of He Li looking up and smiling at her on a tablet. She was stunned, then smiled helplessly, placed the tablet on the passenger seat, started the car, and drove towards the Blue Red Court Building.
As the two of them reached the door of room 2214, the door opened.
The door directly faced the sofa in the living room of the suite. A tall, white man stood in front of the sofa, looking at He Li with a solemn expression, as if he had known He Li would come and was waiting for him.
He Li looked at Zamos strangely and asked, "Aren't you going to resist?"
Zamos slowly made a move. Under He Li's confused gaze, he bowed and smiled, saying, "How dare I strike at a god? This is a grave sin. Gods may ignore ants, but they will never tolerate the provocation of ants."
He Li did not respond. He stood at the doorway, looking at He Jun. He Jun also made no move. In the current situation, He Li was a little confused. Why was this person's style so different from the previous two?
The atmosphere was somewhat subtle.
One was a hunter who had transformed from prey, coming to hunt; the other was originally a hunter, but had passively become prey. However, he did not resist, but quietly waited for the hunter.
Simply put, He Li was a bit at a loss for a moment.
Zamos took another step back and knelt before He Li, placing his left arm behind his back and his right arm at his lower abdomen, as if in a special ceremonial posture.
"I apologize for any inconvenience my rashness and abruptness have caused you."
"Uh... it's fine."
He Li waved his hand, then looked at Zamos kneeling before him and said, "You can stand up now. It makes me uncomfortable to kill you while you're kneeling like this."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't expect to cause you such trouble. I don't know what posture you prefer. You can give me some hints, and I'm very willing to cooperate with you."
Zamos was as flustered as a child who had done something wrong. He scrambled to get up from the ground.
Zamos's behavior once again baffled He Li. To be honest, it was more interesting for enemies to resist. At least they could stubbornly stiffen their necks or curse a few times for satisfaction, which would give the killer more pleasure.
He Li also showed an expression of anger for the first time since entering the hotel. He frowned, his eyes filled with coldness, and said in a deep voice, "Are you playing with me?"
He Jun raised his hand towards Zamos, and Zamos, as if teleporting, appeared in He Jun's hand.
From Zamos's perspective, He Li frowned, and he suddenly appeared in front of He Li, his body frozen about two meters in front of He Li. He felt his neck being gripped, unable to move his whole body. He tried to activate his ability, but it was useless. His whole body felt limp, like symptoms of dehydration.
He looked at He Li with fervent admiration. This was the power of a god!
Even though he was only a level four Spirit Warrior, and had only unlocked the first stage of his gene lock, killing him, an ability user with an eighth-stage gene lock, was as simple as drinking water.
Is this god? The power of a god.
He Li looked at Zamos's fervent gaze and thought: This guy is definitely sick! A lunatic! His symptoms were similar to his fellow patient, the Binjiang Fist Saint.
Suddenly,
Zamos spoke, with immense difficulty, his voice sounding as if he had squeezed it out with all his might from his throat.
"The god's game is over. The god I believe in sends his regards to you on his behalf."
The next moment,
Zamos's body erupted with a bright light. In the dazzling light, Zamos's body gradually became transparent. His flesh and bones slowly disappeared, leaving only a nearly ethereal figure, which broke free from He Jun's hand.
He Li's heart trembled. He looked at the figure that was about to become ethereal, and his eyelids twitched in anger.
A hunting game?
A god's game?
Damn your game! Do you really think I have no temper!
He Li was furious, filled with the anger of being toyed with. He had been manipulated all along, and in the end, it was just some damned god's game.
You've played enough and want to leave.
Did you ask for my consent?!
He glanced at He Jun. He Jun's expression was stern as he reached out his hand again. The ethereal figure that had just broken free from his palm was now easily grasped in his hand.
He Li looked at the nearly ethereal figure in He Jun's hand and said in a deep, low voice, a majestic and irrefutable voice echoing in the room.
"Come out and see me!"