Zhuifeng shivered violently. His body stiffened instantly, his gaze fixated on the car window in front of him, too terrified to even move his head.
His gaze had swept too quickly past the rearview mirror; he hadn't had time to see clearly. But he had remembered those eyes. So terrifying, those eyes, shot with blood, pupils practically bulging from their sockets, staring fixedly at him… That was a look no living person could make.
His body shaking, he took a deep breath and reached out to grab Gu Mian beside him. Right… there's another player beside me. The ghost wouldn't dare to strike while we're together… It definitely wouldn't… With this thought in mind, he fumbled for Gu Mian without turning his head.
