Tick-tock.
This crisp sound suddenly echoed from the room, like something dropping onto the cement floor.
It's the sound of glass beads... the sound of them rolling.
A tiny glass bead at this moment slowly rolled out from the dark room through the gap of the opened door, inch by inch.
Tick-tock — this time several of these sounds echoed within the room, followed by bead after bead of green, blue, or multicolored ones that looked like eyeballs, starting to slip out from the door gap.
Some even bounced, rolling and sliding... right under Luo Qiu's feet.
Luo Qiu glanced at this scene, bent down, and picked up one of the glass beads into his hand, then looked at the gap of the door.
A face was staring at Luo Qiu.
Just a very tiny face, with sparse messy hair intertwined, resembling the dark green seaweed growing by the seaside. The eyes were extremely large but asymmetrical, with the left eyeball even peeled off, just hanging on the face, neither completely hanging nor fall.
