The burning bonfire dispelled the chill brought by the storm.
The sound of wind and rain outside poured into the room, bringing with it a ghostly figure.
The outline sitting by the bonfire shouldn't be called a person—his shoulders drooped, and his melted face sagged like a candle on a furnace, hanging like a black and red tumor the size of a human head between his shoulders and jaw, his body also deformed, though it wasn't obvious due to his sitting posture and the shadows.
It was oblivious to the figure intruding into the ruins until Lu Li made some noise.
"Ghost?"
The mouth melted to the chin muttered vaguely, wanting to do something but stopping, "I guess I'm not qualified to do that now..."
"I'm an Exorcist."
Lu Li revealed his identity to this "Untransformed" who appeared in the Exorcist Association and could communicate, and briefly described his title, "The One Who Rang the Evil God's Death Knell," a title that could make the other party believe him quickly.
