In complete silence, Ke Mingye took a deep breath, psychologically prepared himself for a moment, slowly raised his eyes, and once again met the boy's bloodshot eyes.
The boy's cracked lips no longer parted, he was merely staring dead at Ke Mingye, calm yet with a hint of madness.
"What exactly is he?" Ke Mingye turned his head and asked the strange entity.
On the podium, upon hearing this, the strange entity turned to face the blackboard, pulling down a whiteboard from above.
It took out a ballpoint pen from between its buttocks, the origin of which was unknown, and the tip spun on the whiteboard, drawing swirl after swirl of pitch black.
The swirls piled up, like voids, and then the entity swapped to a red pen, drawing a silhouette of a helpless boy inside the black hole. He curled up in the corner, clutching his head.
