When Lu Ban laid eyes on the other, a shiver welled up within him.
The hairs on his back stood on end, goosebumps erupted, and an eerie feeling of reality being shattered enveloped him, much like the icy cold of the night.
The figure was pitch black, as if shrouded in a dark fog or wrapped in seaweed, with eyes that had vertical pupils, dark red like blood. Lu Ban couldn't see its other features, only two hands clawing at the window. These hands were not human, more like a collection of tentacles. The writhing tentacles grasped the windowsill, continuously squirming, as if containing the deepest malice of this world.
In that moment of eye contact, Lu Ban's body moved on its own. He let out a shout and simultaneously pushed open the window.
Bang—
The figure was so shocked by Lu Ban's actions that it seemed to want to flee, tumbling from the windowsill.
"Someone help!"
