"Open the door, why won't it open?" Song Xianyu nervously shook the doorknob with all her might.
Extreme fear also pushed human limits; Song Xianyu's delicate hands exerted so much force that she directly ripped the doorknob off.
But even so, the door seemed to be reinforced somehow, obstinately refusing to open.
Miss Zhenzi on the TV screen grinned malevolently, casting a vicious glance at Song Xianyu not far away, and then awkwardly broke her own feet, allowing her to crawl on the ground and face Musashi directly.
The television screen seemed like a mere illusion; Musashi could see the remnants of blood between the ghastly woman's crooked teeth clearly.
He could also smell the rotten, rancid fermentation emanating from her mouth.
Everything was so realistic.
"Ah... Ah..." Musashi scrambled up from the ground, disregarding Song Xianyu's kick, pulling her in front of himself as a shield.
The two wretched lovers were scared out of their wits.
