"Someone?"
Hearing this, Cao Yuan and An Qingyu frowned at the same time and prepared for battle. Baili Pangpang's face went pale as he trembled and asked:
"Is... is it a living person or... a dead person?"
"They're watching us from behind the window, so of course they're alive!" Cao Yuan could not help saying.
"No." Lin Qiye stared at the pitch-black window, his other hand slowly tightening around the hilt of his straight blade. He took a deep breath and spoke hoarsely:
"That's not a living person... You'd better prepare yourselves."
Not a living person?
An Qingyu turned toward the window, a trace of gray surfacing in his eyes. A moment later, he froze where he stood.
"How is this possible..."
Cao Yuan's pupils contracted slightly. Instinctively, he moved the flashlight beam toward the window, trying to see what exactly it was...
The bright beam swept across the dilapidated gray wall and shone into the black hollow. Behind the battered reddish-brown wooden frame, a deathly pale human face was pressed tightly against the wall. A pair of black eyes without any whites stared unblinkingly down at the four of them!
That face was far too strange. It did not have the three-dimensional contours of a normal human face, but an eerie flatness instead. Long, slanted brows, black eyes, bright red lips... There was no nose on that face, only two pitch-black holes.
The instant he saw that face, Cao Yuan felt a chill surge from the soles of his feet to his brain. Every hair on his body stood on end.
How was that human?!
That was clearly a paper effigy used for burial!
The instant Baili Pangpang saw it, his heart lurched violently. The strong mental fortitude forged at the Training Camp kept him from screaming outright. Instead,