"Grandpa?"
Fang Cheng opened his mouth, tentatively calling out.
The shadow figure did not respond, remaining as stiff as a dead tree stump.
Fang Cheng swallowed a mouthful of saliva, forcibly suppressing the anxiety pounding in his heart.
He stepped forward, carefully sidestepping the toys on the ground, inching closer to the corner.
Five meters.
Three meters.
One meter.
When Fang Cheng finally reached behind the shadow, he extended his right hand, intending to pat its shoulder.
The hunched shadow suddenly twisted its head back at an angle impossible for any living person, rotating it one hundred eighty degrees.
At the instant Fang Cheng saw that face, his pupils shrank abruptly, his scalp tingling, and every hair on his body stood straight up.
It wasn't a human face at all.
The sagging old skin was swollen and white, soaked in some liquid, while the eyes had rolled completely upwards, leaving only bloodshot whites.
