Jiang Bei walked expressionlessly out of the meeting room. A white-clad Sadako lay limp on the floor behind him, her body twitching occasionally. Under her disheveled hair, her pale face wore a twisted expression.

Jiang Bei closed the door without looking back, and Sadako immediately dissipated into a black mist.

Just like the Texas Chainsaw Massacre earlier, both of them were some kind of illusion, similar to a transcendent version of a holographic projection, but temporarily given substance and the ability to attack and touch.

Although Jiang Bei had never seen such a transcendent before and hadn't fully understood how it worked, he had already discovered the culprit.