A horrifyingly cold voice, completely devoid of emotion, rang out, sending an involuntary shiver down one's spine.
Some of the viewers were already trembling in fear, and even those who claimed to be Yu Xin's fans had fallen silent, not daring to make another sound.
Who could have possibly imagined that Yu Xin would actually return as a ghost to haunt Su Nian?
Su Nian, however, had a different reaction. She sat casually in her chair, crossed her slender legs, and brazenly sized up the thing before her, which was neither human nor ghost.
The Yu Xin in front of her also seemed to be silently sizing her up. Then, it moved its neck slightly, letting out a cringe-inducing CRUNCH.
Its neck was crooked. It began to turn, tilting little by little until its head was hanging over its chest.
It was just like the photos that had circulated on the day of her death: headfirst, smashed down, covered in blood.
