That smile, how should I put it... It didn't feel like an expression a human could make...
If Sun Hang had to describe it, it was probably like a high-distortion digital photo melded onto a human skin mask. The key was that when his attention was focused on this distorted photo, its contents would gradually seep into his consciousness... He could never see clearly what that face looked like, but the chilling feeling it brought was deeply imprinted in the depths of his mind.
Of course, while it was chilling for others, for Sun Hang, it was a very disgusting feeling... Like a slug crawling into his nostril and wriggling incessantly inside.
Sun Hang really wanted to pull this slug out from his nostril, but it just kept burrowing deeper and deeper...
"Damn it!"
Sun Hang cursed, forcibly halting the memory retrieval.
"What's wrong?" Song Yarong, who had been watching Sun Hang from the side, asked worriedly, "You look... pretty pale."
