Du Shangjing's heart was pounding.
He hid at the corner of the stairs. Just now, he heard that sticky sound again—the sound of bare feet stepping on blood.
Du Shangjing pressed against the wall, cautiously moving his feet downward.
The footsteps on the second floor were also gradually fading away; it seemed to be going to the third floor.
Suddenly!
Something seemed to bump into Du Shangjing from behind. He quickly turned to look, only to find a portrait.
An inverted portrait.
"Hmm?"
Du Shangjing suddenly felt something strange.
This portrait... why is it cracking?
Was it like this before?
The face in the portrait had a large crack, depicting a stranger. Du Shangjing didn't know him at all, maybe some famous doctor?
However, even though he didn't recognize the person in the portrait, the crack on it now looked like an ugly scar, crossing over his head, making Du Shangjing very uncomfortable.
Du Shangjing quickly averted his gaze.
