Lin Qingfeng closed the diary. The palm print had already vanished.
'Interesting. It comes with its own barrier and has already locked onto a target.'
He surveyed the bizarre space with great interest.
He then turned, ready to follow the map toward the bedroom.
The very moment he turned and took his first step, he felt a gaze land on him.
Lin Qingfeng paused and turned around.
By the dining table, everything was as it had been.
The "old woman" puppet was still in the same posture, head bowed as if picking up food, completely lifeless.
Lin Qingfeng studied the puppet, certain that its position and posture were identical to before. Yet, the instant he had looked away, he had sensed it move.
He gave a playful smile and decided to run a little test.
He kept his eyes fixed on the puppet and began to back away, one step at a time.
One step, two steps, three steps...
The puppet remained in place, completely motionless.
