Cold and utterly emotionless, as though he were facing something dead.
It was completely different from the ghost he had encountered in the movie theater. Back then, Qin Manjiang had at least sensed something... a certain familiarity, a sense that ghosts had once been human.
But the terrifying, pitch-black sheep's head before him sent goosebumps all over his body.
This was definitely not a being with which mutual understanding was possible.
Time seemed to freeze at that moment. Qin Manjiang smelled death.
The sheep's head was already right in front of him. The next time it flickered forward would be the moment he died.
What should I do?
How can I break out of this death trap?
Could it... really be the light?
Was it just as Liu Jingqing said? Could this pitch-black sheep's head only move when it went dark?
No... the lights are all out now, but the sheep's head hasn't kept flickering through the darkness.
It simply stared at Qin Manjiang in that eerie way, utterly motionless.
Then darkness isn't a necessary condition for it to move. It must be something else...
What is it?
Qin Manjiang suddenly felt his eyes growing sore. Just as he was about to blink, inspiration struck!
He forcibly suppressed the urge to blink and stared fixedly at the sheep's head.
Is this it?
Let's try it first...
One second... two seconds... five seconds... ten seconds!
It had stopped moving. The sheep's head before him really had stopped flickering from place to place!
Blinking was the key to this thing's movement! Thinking back carefully, Qin Manjiang realized that it had deliberately appeared by the window to draw his gaze and establish a connection. Once the lights went out, whenever he blinked while looking at it, it could flash forward a certain distance.