In the elevator room, the waiter sneaked a glance at Tang Zheng and then involuntarily took a step back. There was no helping it; although his sportswear was intact, a faint stench of blood emanated from his body. Paired with his stern face, it was truly chilling, and the twenty-year-old girl became frightened.
"A human head?" Tang Zheng saw the waiter's finger constantly pressing the door-open button and found it somewhat amusing, so he suddenly frowned, showing a shocked expression. His gaze passed over the girl's shoulder, landing behind her, and he instinctively took a step back.
The girl in the blue uniform was startled by Tang Zheng's behavior, shivered, and couldn't help stepping back before turning to look.
