Yu Yunxiao twitched his ears and frowned at Mo Jiao. "Your interests are really diverse, huh—romance novels and horror comics."
"When I reported my preferences to the Terminal, I didn't ask for books or comics," Mo Jiao explained. "The bookshelf in this room and these books—they're not mine at all."
"They're mine," Xiao Jinsheng answered.
"I believe the romance novels are yours, but these horror comics too?" Mo Jiao chuckled. "Why don't you stop trembling while flipping through them before you explain?"
"It's precisely because I'm scared of this kind of stuff that the thing I'm looking for must be hidden in them." Xiao Jinsheng said with determination.
"This one has traces of writing," Que Zelian pointed out.
Xiao Jinsheng quickly leaned in, only to find herself face-to-face with a grotesque ghost drawn in the comic.
