After feeling something resting on his shoulder, Yan Junze was stunned for a moment, thinking that just looking at what was on his shoulder without making eye contact shouldn't be a problem.
With that thought, he turned his head slightly to look at his left shoulder, but because the room was so dark, he could see absolutely nothing, just pitch black.
He could only sense something resting on his left shoulder that was slowly moving towards his neck.
Each time it slid over an inch of skin, that patch of skin would break out in goosebumps, making Yan Junze's heart feel queasy.
Since he couldn't look directly at them, maybe he could still talk.
"There's a person—no, there's a strangeness that wants to meet you. I don't know why she won't come in here, but if you don't mind, I'll take you out now, so you can meet and see if there's been a misunderstanding," Yan Junze spoke out.
