He took a deep breath and straightened his appearance.
However, in the desolate wails pervading the silence, a crisp sound suddenly rang out.
A knocking sound.
So piercing, like needles, it sent chills through Lian Cheng's heart.
He took a deep breath and opened the door.
He then saw the dean, swollen and decaying like a drowning victim with a pus-covered face, displaying an exaggerated smile as he looked at him.
Lian Cheng forced a smile, "What's the matter, Dean?"
"Something came up; everyone, let's have a meeting."
The dean clapped his hands, and then, one by one, eerie figures emerged from the darkness behind him, their faces scarred and twisted, all bearing identical enthusiastic grins.
Beneath the flickering lights, the unstable shadows danced between the smiles, sketching out grotesque arcs.
And the last to step out... was an unexpectedly young face.
Also smiling.
Yet so amiable and full of warmth and gentleness, inspiring admiration and trust.
