Watching Lin Sen's expression instantly darken, he also realized something was wrong. He quickly turned to look in the direction of my gaze.
"Hiss!"
Seeing the wax-yellow hand, Lin Sen sharply inhaled, though his body didn't panic. Despite being clearly frightened, he remained remarkably composed.
Naturally, Wang Junhui also saw our situation. Without a word, he lunged toward Lin Sen.
The owner of the wax-yellow hand on Lin Sen's shoulder seemed to sense something too. With a "whoosh," a wax-yellow human face emerged from Lin Sen's shoulder.
That suddenly appearing face startled me. If I weren't afraid of disturbing the unclean entity and harming Lin Sen, I would have cursed aloud.
"Damn!"
Before I could speak, Lin Sen himself exclaimed, then added, "Scared the hell out of me!"
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