"..."
The short-haired, skinny old man in a tank top and baggy shorts on the sofa beside her could not help but shook his head when he heard that. Just as he was about to warn her not to frighten the guest, his brow furrowed.
His nostrils twitched as he sniffed carefully.
"When he gets here, mind your manners, Xiao Tong." Lao Zhang Tou warned earnestly. "Don't go using your ability to peek at people the moment you meet them."
"Oh, don't worry, don't worry. I have the highest professional ethics!"
Tong Hua patted her chest without hesitation, her assurance utterly sincere... but anyone who knew her would have to be crazy to believe it.
Lao Zhang Tou sighed and shook his head slightly as he picked up the teapot. As the saying went, good advice could not save a fool bent on dying. The child was still young; she had to suffer a few losses before she could see the world for what it was.
He rolled two smooth, round iron walnuts in his hand and said nothing more.
Until the elevator slowly rose.
Little An's voice came faintly from outside.
"They're here, they're here."
Tong Hua's eyes lit up. Activating the exclusive skill of a "great detective"—Aether Eye—she rubbed her little hands together and focused her gaze. "Lemme see—"
Then, in that instant, she froze where she stood.
She could no longer make a sound.
As though, in a single instant, she had fallen into hell.
Under the observation of the Aether Eye, all light dimmed away. Matter itself seemed to have lost its color at some unknown point, leaving behind only mottled stains. Even the sunlight outside the window seemed to have lost its warmth.
It was like falling into an ice cellar!
The terrifying roar of