Driver Old Liu, fearing the Young Master might truly be in trouble inside, pushed open the car door and rushed into the public restroom.
Inside, the male puppet sensed the approach of a living soul and glared at Ke Yiming with hollow eyes filled with blood: "Heh...heh!"
It sounded like a cold laugh, yet his articulation of words was very strange, carrying a hint of urgency.
The moment Old Liu burst in, the already horrifying face of the male puppet twisted slightly. The wandering soul hovered in midair then vanished in the blink of an eye, the cold air dissipating quickly.
Old Liu saw at first glance the Young Master lying on the ground, embracing a trash bin, covered with scraps of paper, in a rather sorry state.
He stared wide-eyed in shock, "Young Master, what happened to you?"
Looking around at the scene, his mouth opened slightly; a chill ran down his spine and his scalp tingled.