Thoughts

"Who's out there?"

Qin Yang turned around, stared at the wooden door, and asked in a low voice.

There was no response.

It was as if there had never been anyone outside.

"How strange."

Qin Yang frowned tightly.

He was certain he had not misheard just now.

Someone had definitely been standing outside knocking on the door.

Yet now there was no response.

Qin Yang looked outside through the peephole again. The pitch-black, gloomy hallway was empty—where was there any sign of a person?

Qin Yang took a deep breath and turned back toward the room.

Bang bang bang—

The knocking rang out again.

Just like the previous two times, there were three consecutive knocks.

Qin Yang's body stiffened for a moment.

This time, he did not even ask. He immediately pressed his eye to the peephole.

Outside was nothing but darkness.

"What the hell is this?"

Qin Yang knitted his brows.

As if his curiosity had been stirred, he insisted on finding out who was playing this midnight prank. He kept his eye pressed to the peephole, staring fixedly at the dark corridor outside.

One minute, two minutes.

Ten minutes later, there was still no sign of anything unusual.

Qin Yang's eyes had even become exceptionally dry from remaining open for so long.

"Did they leave?"

Just as Qin Yang was feeling doubtful.

He suddenly sensed a wave of cold air rushing at him from behind.

As if driven by instinct, he rolled to the left.

Squelch!

A sharp howl of wind sliced through the air.

After rolling away, Qin Yang looked back.

It was a deathly pale hand, its nails black and razor-sharp.

And the owner of that hand was a woman with corpse-pale skin and blood dripping from her eyes.

She looked at Qin Yang and revealed