The house was empty.
Only Feng Yuhuai and the corpse beneath her remained, silently facing each other in a dead, oppressive silence, one eye gazing into the other.
Rip—
Her nails dug into flesh, extracting a bloody eyeball, which she then inserted back into Feng Yuhuai's eye socket.
Inside the eye socket, fine red threads squirmed like worms and snakes, bizarre and disgusting, adhering to the eyeball. Gradually, the pale, ghostly eye gathered rings of red threads, which coalesced and sank, eventually forming a deep, pitch-black pupil.
"Symmetrical!"
Feng Yuhuai glanced at her phone screen and then deleted the group photo.jpg from her phone.
She looked down at the corpse beneath her, pondering for a long time before resolutely deciding to grind the body into fine pieces and bury it within the heaps of surrounding debris.
She did not plan to mark the corpse with a [Mask] signature, even though the latter was indeed killed by the real [Mask·Zheng Hang].
