Chương 248: Chapter 70: The Chess Game of the Past VIII

Six dice hovered in midair, motionless.

Everyone looked at one another, bewildered by the scene. In the stairway, Parker lay sprawled on the floor, innocently blinking his glossy black eyes, and for a moment, there was complete silence.

Ghost Jeffrey stared at the translucent dice hanging in the air with a hollow, lifeless gaze, seemingly caught in the same daze. It wasn't until a while later that he let out a long, drawn-out sigh.

Fang Hong saw a glimmering light start to emanate from the pale pupils of the ghost, as if his vitality was gradually being restored. The ghost's face began to look younger, and after the wrinkles faded away, he was left with a rugged face of no more than thirty years.

With a complex expression, he glanced at everyone before he bowed deeply to the Papalarians, and spoke in an almost chant-like tone, "My deepest thanks."