Fang Shiming:!!!
It took Fang Shiming less than a second for his gaze to shift from stiffness to terror.
The moment his wrist was grabbed, he felt the three ghosts inside him fall silent almost simultaneously. No matter how he urged them, there was not the slightest response.
Gritting his teeth, Fang Shiming desperately tried to cut the photo, but even as the veins on his arm bulged, the Ghost Scissors would not budge.
No, they were still moving—just farther away from the photo.
Because the hand that had reached out from the photo and seized Fang Shiming's wrist was gradually extending more of itself out of it.
Elbow, upper arm, shoulder...
Until an entire adult man's body crawled out of a photo occupying one corner of an A4 sheet in a bizarre, twisted manner.
Curse Adam slowly turned his head. He first glanced at Fang Shiming, then looked at the Ghost Scissors in the hand he was holding.
After taking the Ghost Scissors and refining them in an instant, Curse Adam looked at Fang Shiming.
Fang Shiming's bangs were soaked through with cold sweat, and his lips trembled slightly.
"Mr. Adam, well, I can explain..."
"Explain? At a time like this? President Fang, surely you're joking?"
The voice came from behind him. Fang Shiming's pupils contracted. With one wrist caught, he could not turn around and could only look back over his shoulder.
A man identical to the one in the photograph stood behind him, smiling at him.
There were two Adams?
Wait, then—
Fang Shiming came back to his senses. The Adam who had crawled out of the photo seemed to be dressed differently from the one in it. He wore a chef's uniform, and his eyes were all wrong, nothing like those of a living person.
So