As Gu Mian slid his head under the desk in a strange posture, the ghost hidden in the crook of its arm showed its face.
It was a pale, unfamiliar face of the dead, with patches of corpse spots scattered across the skin, eyes glaring as if staring at the person peering under the desk.
Was it really looking at him, or was that just the natural expression of the ghost's wide-open eyes?
Gu Mian leaned in closer, trying to confirm whether those large eyes were just a feature of the ghost.
Just as he got closer, the ghost's eyes shifted slightly.
"Why do I feel like those eyes are glaring even wider? I need to take a closer look." Gu Mian immediately leaned in further, but before he could get a good look, the ghostly face suddenly flickered and vanished, leaving only the empty ceiling reflecting in his eyes.
Gone?
Gu Mian reached out his hand and waved it around where the ghost had been sitting, touching nothing but air.
