Chapter 55 This Night Has Not Yet Ended_2

The possessor hadn't died but disappeared after leaving behind a lump of unidentifiable substance, leaving only clothes and pants puffed up to outline a human silhouette... as well as a face mask.

Xu Xiangyang's gaze fell on the window beside him.

He walked over to the windowsill and, indeed, saw the same viscous traces.

"It escaped,"

he couldn't help sighing. The window had been cracked open at some point, it seemed the creature had taken advantage of the night to flee.

Xu Xiangyang stood before the window looking down, the playground distant and utterly submerged in the sea of night, the dark flower beds, and the silent woods.

It was all empty; no human figure was in sight.

He didn't expect the freak to be quite so cunning. He thought, realizing it couldn't possibly be a match for Xiao An, it immediately ran away, huh?