Seeing the white apparition drifting toward me, I quickly closed my eyes, squinting through one to survey the situation, and was already gently pinching the Evil Repelling Talisman between my thumb and forefinger, ready to flick the talisman paper out at the first sign of trouble.
What puzzled me, though, was whether the misfortune from the cursed strip of paper was really contagious. It was supposed to be after Zhang Qingyu, so why was it coming for me? Was it because I was too handsome to resist? That can't be right; my looks definitely don't qualify as handsome, at most somewhat delicate.
I feigned snoring as it almost reached me.
"Hehe... you're feigning sleep, but I know you're awake," the white apparition stopped at my window, revealing a face devoid of any blood color. Its eyes were colorless, or more accurately, they were like those of a dead fish, black orbs filling the entire socket without a hint of life. It looked indescribably odd.
