Who Was the Impostor?

Size Ghost stood stiffly in place, as if it had turned into a sheet of paper standing at attention.

"Ten minutes are up," the Fatty kindly reminded it in a quiet voice.

Size Ghost didn't move. It only glared fiercely at the Fatty with its enormous eyes.

"Are you choosing big or small?" Then it heard a voice from below, like a demon whispering in its ear.

Size Ghost stiffly rolled its eyes downward. The demon below was staring straight at it, wearing a terrifying expression.

It didn't dare move or speak.

"Are you choosing big or small?" the demon below asked again, raising his voice this time.

Size Ghost couldn't keep pretending it hadn't heard. It hunched its paper-thin body and quickly answered, "Small."

Before the word "small" had even fully left its mouth, it hurriedly blurted out another sentence: "I lost. I should go up on the display platform."

Wait a minute—the Fatty's eyes widened. The tense and thrilling little game hadn't even lasted half a second!

By now, Size Ghost had already dashed toward the display platform in the distance with lightning speed.

Once it got onto the platform and had its score assessed, it could retire in triumph.

Hope was close at hand, yet so impossibly far away—its leg trailing behind had been caught by the demon.

Gu Mian gripped the human skin in his hand and slowly pulled it back.

Size Ghost's skin had little color to begin with. After Gu Mian grabbed it, its face turned even paler, and it looked as if it had completely lost all hope in life.

Gu Mian rolled the human skin up like a roll of paper, turning it into a long tube. Since Size Ghost's head was at the front, its features were left exposed on the