It was in the night, and the moonlight was as still as water.
A giggling sound could be heard outside the door and Ling Chen who had dozed off suddenly opened his eyes. His sharp gaze looked outside as he sternly shouted, "Who's there?"
Under the hazy night scene, a small figure stood upright. It seemed as if he had just learned to walk as he staggered, but his sinister laughter was just like a hungry ghost that had climbed out from the underworld, causing Ling Chen to shiver.
Just as Ling Chen wanted to check out who it was, countless vines occupied the entire room, instantly pinning Ling Chen to the wall.
"Stop..."
Before he even managed to speak, a vine full of thorns rose from the side and pierced into his mouth in an instant.
Bright red blood flowed from his mouth, and Ling Chen was in so much pain he nearly teared up. He wanted to cry for help, but wasn't able to utter a single word and could only produce whimpering sounds.
Pa!