Something was lying on top of her head.
To be precise, it's on the ceiling above your head.
The palms of its limbs cling firmly to the ceiling, like a gecko, clinging to it extremely firmly.
The body was facing away from Xu Ying, but the head had rotated 180 degrees and was strangely connected to the body and neck that was facing away from people, as if they were two completely separate individuals.
On that face, a pair of eyes were looking straight at Xu Ying.
His eyes followed her figure, rolling around and emitting some blood foam.
When Xu Ying looked up, her eyes met its.
It was a horrific scene that was hard to describe.
That ghost face looked extremely hideous and terrifying, as if it had been smashed alive, filled with pus, blood and sticky liquid, and covered with all kinds of terrible scars.
It would be fine if it didn't look like a human, but it had such a strange body, such a strange posture, and those bright red eyes that looked very strange, but its face was very human-like, so much so that it instantly triggered the extremely terrifying uncanny valley effect.
Xu Ying was stunned.
Her blood seemed to freeze at that moment, and she was unable to respond correctly.
But when she looked at that extremely hideous and terrifying face, she felt a hint of familiarity.
This hint of familiarity made her confused and stopped the scream that was about to come out.
Just when Xu Ying was stunned, the ghost climbing on the ceiling suddenly opened its lips, and something scarlet liquid dripped from it and landed right on Xu Ying's face.
It was scalding hot, like some kind of corrosive, warm and sticky liquid.
Xu Ying opened her mouth slightly.
She thought she would scream at that moment.
But no.
Her throat seemed to be blocked by something, and she was so hoarse that she couldn't make any sound.
At that moment, Xu Ying's hands were soft.
She couldn't even stand up, and her body seemed to be out of her control. But her reaction was very quick - she threw the phone away, and then rolled and crawled in a neat and funny way to the place farthest away from the ghost on the ceiling.
Xu Ying herself didn't know how she could act so quickly under such extreme fear.
Good news. The monster on the ceiling was still attached to her head. It didn't move quickly like a spider or a gecko, but seemed to be nailed there. Its head was bent into a strange arc again, staring at her closely.
Bad news, Xu Ying can't go out now.
She just made it to the door, and now, her back was against the heavy sofa that she had spent half the afternoon moving and was blocking the door—
It's simply your own fault.
Xu Ying thought painfully.
Good guy, she didn’t know if she could block the ghost, but now she was blocked.
Xu Ying's palms were full of sweat. She began to calculate whether it was more likely that she had suddenly moved the mass at the door and ran away because her adrenaline was all aroused, or whether it was more likely that the ghost would come and kill her.