The previous grimace, its eyes tightly shut and continuously bleeding, and the mouth was sewn shut!
This little boy did not look as eerie and terrifying as the doll form.
With a head full of golden hair, his expression was indifferent, eyes vacant, and skin as white as paper.
No one dared to touch him, it was evident that at three in the morning, the curse on the Cursed Doll would be weakened, allowing the Resentful Spirit to manifest.
The crowd encircled him, none disturbed him, all waiting for something.
The mysterious boy suddenly lifted his head, eyes wide open, and looked at Zong Shen.
Still expressionless, with eyes widened to an almost exaggerated size, nearly bulging out, staring at Zong Shen.
Zong Shen felt an eerie chill in his heart, why was this little ghost staring at him?
Unwilling to be outdone, Zong Shen stared back, the mysterious boy's attributes began to surface.
[Wraith Petyr Kim lv1]
[Race: Undead Race]
[Life Value: 1]
