Chapter 179: The Eleventh Person (Part 3)

As the president of the Strangeness Alliance Association, Ma Dun was known for his bravery. Even upon encountering the unfamiliar woman before him, his face might have turned pale, but he managed to maintain his composure and shifted his gaze to the next chair.

Sitting on the eighth chair was Liao Jing, everything as normal; the girl was staring right at him.

Glancing back again at the seventh chair, the same woman in the soaking wet gray dress was there, sitting with her feet together, very proper and demure.

However, this time, when Ma Dun's gaze returned to her, she seemed to respond, slowly lifting her bowed head as if her neck were a bit rusty. The movement wasn't smooth but jerky, like a stiff puppet.

During this action, some of the long hair that had been clinging to her cheek fell away, exposing terribly pale skin and eyes devoid of whites. Her head slowly tilted back, her gaze seeming to slant downward, looking at Ma Dun.

"Fuck!" Ma Dun shuddered with fright.