In the rental apartment.
It was only a moment of deadlock, Zhou Jiajie felt he could no longer stand, his legs trembling like a sieve, he fell to his knees with a thud, but Bao Jie clung firmly to his back, cuddled tight.
A chilly breath exhaled beside his ear, turning half of his face numb, and with a kneeling and bowing posture, he shivered as he crawled to the marble coffee table; Zhou Jiajie reached out and grabbed his cell phone.
His fingers, too, trembled fiercely, and it took a long while before the phone screen lit up. He opened the dial interface and fumbled to find a contact labeled "Old Immortal".
After dialing out, he pressed the speakerphone button.
Just then, he suddenly felt a damp sensation near his ear, a slimy something sliding under his earlobe, as if... it was a tongue licking.
This fear was almost enough to make Zhou Jiajie pass out in an instant, his body trembled violently, his head dizzy for a few seconds, no longer feeling the existence of his own body.
