Another Face

Lin Sanjiu felt a chill rush down her spine when a discordant note rang out, jarring her out of her reverie. The [Ability Polishing Agent] fell to the ground, thrusting the warehouse into a limbo of light and dark. The silvery bottle rolled all the way until it was stopped by a foot.

The foot was gray and bloodless, and the skin was wrinkled like a stiffened piece of old leather that had been exposed to the sun for too long.

Using the momentarily chance granted by her [Ability Polishing Agent], Lin Sanjiu trailed her gaze along with the silvery light and looked up. The legs were raw-boned and exhibited an unwholesome pallor while there was a long shadow dragged behind the frail silhouette. Suddenly, she heard a series of bone-popping sounds coming from the figure's neck. It seemed to her that the thing was trying to straighten its neck but to no avail. 

Lin Sanjiu hastily kept the mirror away. When she turned around, she was already holding her [Tornado Whip].