Ning Rongrong could clearly feel it—that thing was right behind her.
It neither ran nor chased her. It merely followed behind her with an exceedingly slow, elegant bearing.
Yet no matter how fast she ran, that gaze, as though it could freeze even her soul, remained locked firmly onto her.
The feeling made Ning Rongrong's scalp tingle, every hair on her back standing on end.
Ning Rongrong rounded a corner and found an operating room ahead.
The operating room door was slightly ajar, revealing a narrow crack.
Without a second thought, Ning Rongrong slipped inside and hid behind the cold operating table.
She could feel her body trembling uncontrollably, her heart hammering madly in her chest, nearly bursting free of its restraints.
Inside the operating room, the shadowless lamp still emitted a ghastly, glaring white light, illuminating the entire room as brightly as day, yet without the slightest warmth.
Silence.
Deathly silence.
There was no movement outside.
"Did it leave?"
Ning Rongrong's heart eased slightly, and a faint glimmer of hope rose within her.
Perhaps that monster had not noticed her. Perhaps she could escape this disaster.
Ning Rongrong cautiously raised her head and looked toward the doorway.
Just then, the operating room door was slowly pushed open by a pale, slender hand, as thin as a dead branch.
There was not the slightest friction, not a single sound.
The utter silence only made it more horrifying.
That slender shadow stretched beneath the light, slowly falling across the floor.
Bit by bit, it gradually covered Ning Rongrong's curled-up body, completely enveloping her in darkness.
"Ah—!"
The scream she had suppressed to the limit finally tore from her throat, shrill as a cuckoo crying blood.
Ning Rongrong rushed out of the operating room like a madwoman, fleeing blindly through the maze-like