A dark space, a strange atmosphere, a group of people already prone to suspecting the supernatural.
Under such circumstances, Fu Qian's eerily rhetorical question was almost too fitting for the scene.
Especially for the remarkably imaginative Tan Ying, as she asked the question, her mind naturally conjured up many bizarre images.
And caught by Fu Qian's glance, it was like the final twist in a horror film, exceptionally frightening.
Clamping her lips tight, Tan Ying barely managed to suppress a scream; her face had already lost all color.
No face for Fu Qian?
It was only now that the group understood the meaning behind Tan Ying's words, and they all turned to look at the mirror in unison.
In the dim light, the old photograph behind indeed had no face for Fu Qian!
Hisss!
The group all drew in a sharp breath of cold air, looking at Fu Qian as if they had seen a ghost.
"Damn, are you human or a ghost!"
