"Bro... Bro..."
The soft and delicate voice suddenly became hoarse and piercing in that moment, ethereal like a ghostly voice.
The sound close at ear and the direct impact of that face were too stimulating.
Tang Meng's body had gone numb with fright.
All he could think was, damn.
He nearly flew backward in fear, using all his strength to resist.
But as he struggled to run back, his big cotton-padded jacket was tugged tightly and stalled for a moment; then, in the hands of that thing, the sturdy jacket tore with a ripping sound, too quick for him to even react.
Cotton flew, the flower pattern fell to the ground.
Tang Meng: !!!
No!!
His big cotton-padded jacket!
As Tang Meng watched the cotton fall, his eyes widened, but before he could think further—
That thing standing by the door began to step forward, inch by inch.
With its approach, the light from the corridor that had been blocked was creeping through bit by bit.
The pale, frightening waxen face drew ever closer.
