The instant fear demolished all rational thought, Zhou Sisi's mind went blank, and her body completely stiffened.
The man who appeared on the bed was wearing a high school uniform, his face slashed with a small knife, blood beads congealed at the end of the wound.
The man was completely pressing down on Zhou Sisi, his icy body partially extending from beneath the blanket.
The face blurred with flesh and blood slowly moved; the man's pupils were frantically jumping, his lips filled with cracks slowly parted, teeth falling out, a voice entered Zhou Sisi's ears.
"...You are the fiftieth, the fiftieth to die."
Shaking all over, Zhou Sisi didn't even notice what the other was saying; she desperately tried to break free, but her body felt as though it was crushed under a massive stone; she sensed bloodstains continuously seeping from her bedding, her bed seeming to have turned into a massive mouth wanting to swallow her whole.
