Under the dim light, the unsettling sound of a door lock breaking rang out.
What kind of Great Terror was hidden behind the slowly opening bedroom door? Hu Deping's heart nearly leaped into his throat.
Suddenly.
His eyes narrowed.
Six ghastly, thick, pale fingers reached through the crack in the door and grabbed the edge of the frame, as if trying to push it open.
"What is this... Is it a ghost...?"
Cold sweat soaked Hu Deping's back. His hands and feet felt weak, and his forehead felt chilly.
His body's instinctive subconscious kept urging him to leave immediately, but the curiosity and fear buried in his heart made him unable to stop himself from wanting to see exactly what the thing was.
It was like how many people were afraid of getting injections and would be too terrified to step forward while waiting in line.
But when their turn really came.
They would want to see the needle entering their skin with their own eyes, afraid of the sudden stab of pain if they turned their backs.
Hu Deping was in exactly that state of mind now.
It was very contradictory.
But it also felt rather real.
After gripping the doorframe, the fingers slowly pushed it. No palm appeared—only several fingers. They looked at least two or three times longer than normal fingers and were as thick as radishes.
And after the door had been pushed outward a little, it was not merely six fingers... A seventh one emerged as well!
"What kind of monster is this...?"
"I don't think I've ever heard of a ghost or monster with this kind of appearance..."
Hu Deping stared at the scene before him in terror.
During the early stages of Supernatural Revival, Black Mountain Town had organized educational campaigns explaining some