The woman had long, messy black hair, and her pale, rigid face appeared silently, devoid of any signs of life. What was even more hair-raising was the eerie, fixed smile on her face, the corners of her mouth slightly upturned—just as Wang Fatty had described: "Red-clad omen, smiling corpse."
Xu Lang wore a faint smile. "Don't be afraid!" Before the words even left his lips, he whipped out his Springfield rifle and took aim at the corpse above, pulling the trigger decisively. A thunderous *bang* echoed through the great hall. The bullet struck true, hitting the woman square in the face. Shirley Yang squeezed her eyes shut in terror, unable to bear the sight.
After the gunshot, a cracking sound came from overhead, and a shower of debris rained down. Xu Lang’s eyes were sharp; he noticed these weren't real faces, but masks. As the mask shattered, something hidden behind it revealed itself. By the beam of Hu Bayi’s flashlight, they saw a dark shadow leap from the woman’s clothing, screeching shrilly as it darted between the beams.
Chapter 195