Zhu Zhu: Not a Word All Night (Continued)

" It, it's coming..."

Before she could finish, the possession ended.

There was a huge gap between their mental powers, so Zhuzhu's voluntary possession had lasted only a brief second or two.

Amamiya Natsuki sprang to his feet and immediately used Young Lady's Shadow Skill, turning into a shadow. He slipped through the crack under the door into the hallway, then swiftly glided to Zhuzhu's room and squeezed beneath the door.

Bang.

Amamiya Natsuki ended his shadow form and reappeared as a person. The bathrobe hadn't come along when he became a shadow, so he felt a little chilly now.

The room was exceptionally quiet.

Amamiya Natsuki scanned the room and quickly spotted Zhuzhu standing in the bathroom.

Zhuzhu had clearly just taken a bath. Her hair was still wet, dripping water as she stood before the sink's mirror with a tube of toothpaste in her hand. Her head hung low, and she stood motionless, with only the faint rise and fall of her breathing to be seen.

"Has it come?"

Amamiya Natsuki wasted no time. He decisively took out the Mask of Oblivion, put it on, and crouched down, looking up at Zhuzhu...

The next second,

a bizarre face came into view.

It was a bloodless, pale face, like a doodle a grade-schooler had casually drawn. Its features were nothing more than simple outlines, its style uncanny, and it was slowly merging into Zhuzhu's cheek.

The moment Amamiya Natsuki saw it, the eyes on the face began to spin wildly, as if being seen by someone were the most terrifying thing in the world.

"Ugh..."

Amamiya Natsuki gave a soft groan. A sharp pain stabbed through his mind, as though an invisible force were trying to erase the image from his memory.

But thanks to the mask, the image