Chapter 27: Faces of the Wall
Staring at the wardrobe, Lu Yibei was deep in thought.
‘Should I open it?’
‘I hope something doesn’t pop out yelling, “Surprise, motherf*cker!”’
When his fingertips traced along the copper rings of the wardrobe, it felt strangely cold. He held the ring and pulled it gently, and the scarlet door opened with a shriek. It was empty—all that was in it was a rusty pair of scissors stained with blood.
The moment he laid his eyes on the pair of scissors, the room no longer smelled musty but bloody. A chill ran down his back, and he felt somebody laying on his shoulders and blowing into his neck.
A pale figure was stuck on Yibei’s back, and their messy black hair hung down his shoulders. It stretched out a pale hand, resting it on top of Yibei’s own, and guided his hand towards the pair of scissors.
Yibei tried resisting, but the dull pain in his abdomen told him otherwise. The force that was guiding his hand also became forceful, as if it were trying to push his entire body towards the scissors.
The familiar, stinging pain in his abdomen made Yibei shiver, and cold sweat started to drip down his forehead. ‘Damn it, is she trying to kill me?’
As he thought about it, the pain in his abdomen suddenly intensified tenfold, making his body go limp from the pain. He could no longer resist the force pushing his hand towards the scissors and staggered forward.