The smell of rot and stench wafted in.
"Who, am, I?"
The woman's hair appeared on Wen Xishu's shoulder.
Wen Xishu said:
"Don't move, don't scream, don't look back, don't mention names."
If at this moment someone cast a glance at Wen Xishu, they would see that it seemed Wen Xishu had two heads.
One was his own, and the other head, with long hair covering its faceless visage, had white skin as if it had been dead for a long time.
This female ghost seemed to be nailed onto Wen Xishu's body.
Wen Xishu indeed felt the bone-chilling cold and the barely-there weight, but he remained calm and composed:
"I was thinking, could the four of us possibly take it down?"
Yue Yun and Nissen didn't dare to speak at all.
Xiaojin also didn't dare to speak, he was truly convinced now, his grandpa was right, there's always someone better, there really were people much better than himself in this dormitory!
Wenxun was just too abnormal.
