Vision restoration had reached two-thirds.
The black spots covering his eyes were almost better left untouched. At least then, he could comfort himself with the thought that what he could not see could not frighten him.
But this world insisted on stuffing everything horrifying, terrifying, and fearsome right before his eyes, forcing him to see it all clearly and thoroughly.
Geng Haohao raised his arms and hugged them across his chest, tilting his head slightly as he covertly glanced down at the Dining Table less than half a meter away.
A Headless Ghost extended two pale, slender hands and pressed them against either side of a human head.
Beneath the loose flesh, black Blood Vessels still writhed. Blood seemed to be flowing through them, and as the pressure increased, the vessels bulged one after another.
That head, identical to his own, had most of its face covered by those two hands as they pressed in from both sides.
The short hair against the scalp slowly parted down the middle, revealing a thin line of scalp. As the ghostly hands pulled apart, that line grew wider and wider...
Just one glance made Geng Haohao's heart nearly stop. He hurriedly squeezed his eyes shut and pressed himself against Mo Lan.
His own head was in the ghost's hands, about to be forcibly split apart like a watermelon. The sight was far more terrifying than he had imagined.
However...
For some reason, seeing his own head made Geng Haohao think of Lu Chen.
Lu Chen had been the first victim of this mission. It was said that he had seen his own head before he died...
This was absolutely an ominous sign.
"Crack... rip..."
The scalp-crawling sound of splitting came not just from the closest one, but from the entire dining area at