Hugging it was out of the question. If he reached out and picked up the doll now, he might trigger its attack—or even its deadly condition.
Yu Xing rolled out of bed.
The doll by the headboard turned its head after him like a radar, which was downright eerie.
"Mommy!"
Listening to the doll's unchanging tone, Yu Xing managed to suppress his frustration at being unable to sleep. He lowered his eyes and thought, This damn thing is looking for its mommy.
So there had to be something in this villa that was its mother.
He strode to the door and tried the handle.
It was only a little past eight. The lights in the hallway were on, and a little light spilled in beneath the door. If he could get out, the fear of being trapped in a small space would vanish.
But clearly, the ghost hadn't made that mistake. The door wouldn't open.
He stared at the gap beneath the door for a while. The doll began crawling toward him again. Its habit of seizing any chance to grab him whenever he wasn't watching it now brought an immense sense of pressure.
Except Yu Xing wasn't affected.
He didn't take the little thing seriously. After walking around it, he pulled the bedsheet off the bed and approached the doll with ill intent.
The doll didn't move. "Mommy!"
Yu Xing said, "Heh."
The next second, he threw the bedsheet over the doll and bundled it up.
The doll suddenly lost its sight. To be honest, it had no idea whether Yu Xing was watching it from outside the sheet, so it flailed around inside like a headless fly.
Watching the thing thrash about, Yu Xing wondered if he could use it as a hammer and swing it against the