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Jianjian's pupils dilated in an instant, her face filled with terror as Zhang, the chubby guy, quickly shielded her behind him. I urgently asked, "Where is he?"
One of Jianjian's hands reached out from behind Zhang, pointing ahead.
I immediately looked, but all I saw was emptiness; there was nothing there. Just then, Wang Wei suddenly shouted, "Over there!" and his whole body trembled in fear.
I looked again, but I still couldn't see anything! It was driving me crazy. I called out to Ke'er, asking if she could see anything.
Ke'er tightened her grip on my hand; I could sense her tension. I guessed she had seen something. People tend to fear the unseen far more than what is visible.
Just as I was about to speak, I heard a voice say, "You have arrived." This time, I heard it clearly, but the person remained invisible.
Perhaps Jianjian's fear was too palpable. To show his determination to protect her, Zhang let out a loud shout.
However, after that shout fell, it was like a stone dropped into calm water—only the initial intensity remained before everything returned to silence.
In that eerie silence, everyone's breathing became incredibly clear.
I asked Ke'er, "Where is he?" But she remained silent. The dark corridor was only illuminated by the flashlight's beam, casting a disorienting glow.
Suddenly, Jianjian popped her head out from behind and exclaimed, "Saning, he's coming towards you." As soon as Jianjian finished speaking, Ke'er immediately told her to stop talking.
Out of nowhere, a strange cold wind blew through.
That phrase "You have arrived" echoed in my ears again; it seemed like only I could hear it while everyone else remained oblivious.
I don't know why, but I suddenly replied, "I'm here."
As soon as I spoke, Lin Ke'er grabbed my hand, wanting to run away, and Zhang Fatty, Wang Wei, and the others naturally started to flee as well.
However, after just a few steps, I suddenly broke free from Ke'er's grip and turned back to run. It felt as if someone was waiting for me. When I returned to my original spot and looked back again, I found that a wall had appeared behind me.
I was panting heavily, my mind blank.
"You've come..."
I had just said I was here when a figure emerged from the closed corridor. The figure was quite blurry, but I could tell that his face was pale—pale to the point of being sickly.
He walked toward me, each step light and delicate...
He said, "You finally came."
I responded with a simple "Hmm." At that moment, I felt no fear; I didn't even know what state I was in.
He got closer and closer. When he stood right in front of me, I saw that he was holding a paper White Lantern. The lantern wasn't lit; it was completely dark inside, but the beam of light from a flashlight allowed me to see it clearly.
He was dressed in all black but held a White Lantern in his hand.
"Who are you?" I suddenly asked, though I felt no fear.
He opened his mouth, his face expressionless. He continued to walk toward me. I didn't step back; the distance between us grew smaller. Just when he was about ten centimeters away from me, he suddenly stopped.
I stared directly at him, but at that moment, I realized he had no eyeballs—his eyes were entirely white. In that instant, it felt like my consciousness returned to me; my instinctive fear surged back. I let out a scream and tried to run away, but behind me was already a wall.
I had nowhere to retreat.
He opened his mouth again, but no sound came out. It was a strange sight; he had no black pupils, just pure white in his eyes.
He stood straight, yet it felt as if there was a soundproof glass wall between us. His mouth moved as if he were speaking, but I couldn't hear anything.
In the darkness, a wave of fear enveloped me.
Aside from lacking pupils, he looked quite normal otherwise—thin nostrils, a high nose bridge, and his features combined to form what would be considered a handsome face if one overlooked his eyes.
But I was a man, and I had no interest in such things.
He held a White Lantern, and I couldn't tell if he was looking at me. His lips moved as if he were saying something.
Yet I could not hear him.
Suppressing my fear, I asked, "Are you talking to me? What are you saying?" My body pressed tightly against the wall.
But after I spoke, he began to walk toward me.
"What do you want?" I asked. But he remained silent; even if he spoke, it would only be that same phrase about my arrival.
I said I had come; I didn't know him. Why did he insist on lingering around me? The closer he got, the more anxious I felt. I initially thought of running away, but in the end, I gave up.
Humans are strange creatures; once they realize their escape routes are cut off, their fear begins to diminish little by little. At that moment, I felt less afraid than before.
Even if this eyeless creature intended to harm me, my fear had lessened.
I looked at him calmly, stepping closer. Suddenly, he revealed a strange smile. Damn it, fear crept back in, and I couldn't help but shiver with a cold chill.
He reached out a hand towards me, and immediately, images flooded my mind—he was going to choke me. Everyone wonders when watching horror movies why the protagonist is so foolish as to let the monster grab their neck without resisting first. If it were me, I would definitely kick back…
That kind of fear is something you can’t truly understand unless you’ve experienced it—a sensation that makes your scalp tingle and your blood run cold in your veins, as if your heart might stop beating altogether, leaving you sluggish and weak. All you can do is watch as the hand of death reaches out to you.
His hand came closer, and I thought my time had come. I closed my eyes, trying to accept my fate, but my body trembled uncontrollably.
I had imagined a thousand ways to die before, but never did I think it would end like this.
But soon, a cold sensation spread through my hand. This cold wasn’t like touching ice; it was more akin to the chill of medicine being injected during a winter shot—cold enough to make your heart race.
I kept my eyes shut.
Suddenly, I thought I heard him say, “Open your eyes.”
Confused, I squinted them open just a crack before slowly lifting them fully. I saw him gripping my wrist with one hand while raising my hand slowly.
Then he placed the White Lantern into my palm.
His movements were deliberate and slow, as if he were completing an important mission. I remained still, not moving at all.
I let him take control.
After handing me the White Lantern, he opened his mouth again, but my hearing felt like it had fallen into a black hole; I couldn’t hear anything at all.
I couldn’t hear him, yet he continued speaking enthusiastically, time passing by.
I stood across from him, holding the White Lantern. Finally, he finished speaking, and I let out a sigh of relief, even though I hadn’t understood a word he said.
After he was done, he remained standing there, just looking at me.
To be honest, everything about him seemed normal except for those eyes, which made me feel uneasy.
The fringe on his forehead fell perfectly to the level of his brow, allowing me to see his eyes clearly. I wanted to look away, but no matter how I tried to avert my gaze, I could still see them.
In the end, I found myself staring into his dark eyes and seeing my own reflection.
It was as if his eyes had absorbed me and turned into a mirror, revealing my own appearance. To my surprise, the face looking back at me appeared pale.
Then I noticed that my features seemed to have changed slightly as well. However, unless one looked closely, it was impossible to tell. But that wasn’t the main point; what struck me was that I suddenly realized my own pupils were gone. Damn it! All that remained were the whites of my eyes. In an instant, I lost my composure.
Panic and fear surged within me, and I nearly lost control of my emotions. I asked him why this was happening.
He remained calm. This time, he opened his mouth, and I could clearly hear what he said.
I heard him say softly, “Please close your eyes…”
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