At this moment, a person wrapped in thick black cloth, with only a pair of eyes exposed, appeared in Song Jian's room.
The pupils of this person's eyes were as tiny as sesame seeds, surrounded by dead-white eyes. Regardless of it being late at night or even in broad daylight, being stared at by such eyes would make anyone feel a chilling sensation.
The man in black stared at the vertical eye on Song Jian's forehead without saying a word. It seemed that his interest in the vertical eye was much greater than in Song Jian himself.
"Who are you, and what do you want from me?" Song Jian tensed up, staring at the man in black and asked.
There was no information revealed about this man in black. It seemed that players could hide their information, just like Song Jian, who had nothing displayed above his head.