755. Spider on the Shoulder

At the instant he leaped up, Old Eggplant seemed to catch sight of a shadow slipping into the wardrobe. The noise beneath the bed suddenly vanished.

His entire body was sore, as if he had just swum dozens of laps in the water. The moment he relaxed, he could have lain down and fallen asleep.

Yet in the dim room, Old Eggplant felt a trace of tranquil peace.

Because a line of text appeared in his field of vision.

Mission failed.

Old Eggplant knew that when this line appeared, it not only meant that he had failed this round, but also that he would not be under threat for the time being.

After all, theoretically speaking, he had already game overed—meaning he was dead. The dead could not be attacked.

Thinking of this, Old Eggplant immediately relaxed.

He lay there for a while. Only after his body had rested enough and was no longer tense did he jump off the bed.

"How do I restart this? Do I have to exit and enter again?"

Old Eggplant did not quite understand. However, as a dead man now, he was still curious about what he had sensed earlier.

He turned on the room light, went over to the wardrobe, and opened it.

The inside was somewhat messy, completely different from what he had seen earlier, as if a thief had rummaged through it.

"Did it really crawl out of the wardrobe just now?"

Old Eggplant picked up a piece of clothing. It was the one he had thrown into the wardrobe earlier to conceal the shirt with the printed design.

He saw that the shirt with the eye print was lying perfectly well in the corner of the wardrobe.

However, the print on the shirt had vanished.

Old Eggplant's heart chilled, and