That head seemed to be caught off guard by Lin Yi's sudden attention, freezing at first. Then, the eyes revealed a fervent, manic smile. Its lips slowly curled upward, resembling an inverted grin.
[Lin Yi, oh Lin Yi...]
[You've finally noticed me...]
[Take me away… You can, now!]
Above the severed head was a body riddled with fissures, like a shattered porcelain. It stretched out an arm, reaching for Lin Yi, though Lin Yi instinctively dodged it.
[Hahaha...]
[Hehehe...]
[Hehehehehe...]
Ethereal, eerie laughter: distant and close, encircling him like an invasive spell.
He shuddered violently. The hand stroking his back wasn't Li Huiyuan's—not remotely. It emerged from one of those grotesque, hanging, fractured statues!
Suddenly aware, he realized his surroundings had already metamorphosed. Somehow, he now stood inside that damned abandoned classroom once again. Its cracked window bore a horrific splintered scar, resembling the wound behind Class Teacher-040.
