"Help!"
It was the middle of the night, and they were in the countryside, so there were no cars on the road. Ol' Zhang remembered the last message that he had seen before he jumped out of the car. He did not run into the forest by the road but ran down the middle of the road. The wind gathered in his ears, and after several meters, Ol' Zhang realized that there were no running footsteps coming from behind him, so he turned to look.
"You won't be able to run!" The face that grew on the back of the head had become severely twisted like it was trying to crawl out of the passenger's head. The passenger was only half a meter away from Ol' Zhang.
It wants to drill into my head.
Ol' Zhang didn't know why he would have that thought, but he knew that he needed to focus on escaping. He did not dare turn back to look again. However, certain things would not just disappear simply because one did not look at them.
