Zhong Xun was screaming with his head thrown back and had no time to shut his mouth.
The eyeball slipped smoothly into his throat, and he swallowed it whole.
Gulp!
Zhong Xun's own eyeballs were trembling too. He clutched his throat in panic. "Aaaaaah!"
He felt himself swallow something, but he couldn't believe what that something was.
Then he felt his own eyeballs begin to tremble uncontrollably. His vision blurred, then became clearer than ever before.
Zhong Xun felt as though he could see the back of his own head, along with every speck of dust falling through the air. Seeing so much, so clearly, only made nausea well up inside him, and his brain began to throb.
He kept clawing at his eyes, scratching several bloody streaks across his face.
He saw a woman's figure appear behind Shen Yu.
The woman stepped out from behind Shen Yu, grabbed those clock hands on the wall that shouldn't have existed, and snapped one of them apart.
He seemed to hear an inhuman howl beside his ear.
Then the entire building seemed to shake violently, and the floor beneath his feet began to crack. Was the building going to collapse?
"I'm here, Shen Yu..."
The newcomer-or rather, the ghost-was beautiful.
Her long, straight black hair hung loose, flowing gracefully. Her face was lovely. Without her old-fashioned black-framed glasses, and with a little dressing up and makeup, Song Xiaojie was quite a pretty young woman.
But this ghost's face seemed to have incorporated Song Xiaojie's looks while removing the imperfections in her skin and features, making her even more beautiful and captivating.
Yet it was precisely that excessive beauty that made her seem unreal, too lovely to be human.
Her eyes brimmed with crazed obsession and adoration as she gazed feverishly at Shen