"Huh, no, that's not right... Why can I feel them right beside me, but I can't see them?"
Beside the Flag-Raising Platform, the little girl lowered her head, confusion rising in her eyes.
Behind her, Ren Ye activated Holy Eyes and stared fixedly at her neck and cheeks, every muscle taut, his heart pounding wildly.
There was no margin for error in this stage. A single mistake meant death. Earlier, in the car, he had muttered that without Holy Eyes, he would never have thought of clearing the game this way.
"Whooo...!"
An icy wind swept past, stirring the dust on the ground.
The little girl carefully sensed the soul flames. With her head lowered, she suddenly murmured, "He's behind me?!"
Whoosh!
The moment she spoke, her deathly pale face jerked to the right.
To an ordinary person, the movement might have seemed incredibly fast, but through Holy Eyes, it looked slightly sluggish, like an old person turning their head.
Tap!
In that brief interval of sluggishness, Ren Ye shifted one body-width to the left again, his eyes fixed on the little girl's head. He discovered that even after her face turned directly to the right, her neck kept rotating.
"She hasn't stopped. Her head... isn't quite normal!" Brother Hong, clinging to Ren Ye's back, transmitted an almost incoherent message to him.
The little girl stood still, her body motionless, but her head turned all the way backward. Tracking the movement of her profile, Ren Ye moved two body-widths clockwise in the same direction as her head during that "sluggish" interval, then planted his feet, not daring to move another inch.
Crack!
The little girl turned her head 360 degrees. Her body faced forward, but her head was twisted behind her, yet she still saw no one.
"No... That's impossible...