'At that moment, a burly man who stood at 185 cm silently withdrew his feet that were outside the blanket.'
'Same here upstairs, with the holy light of the blanket protecting me, no petty ghost can harm me.'
Xia Di looked at the barrage of comments and didn't feel he was cowardly at all; he snorted coldly, and to prove his courage, he directly turned off the comments.
But the next moment, Xia Di regretted his rashness.
As the wooden bathroom door was pushed open, a few ghastly pale fingers emerged from the crack, a pair of resentful, bloodshot eyes stared out, and a faint, deep, eerie moaning sounded as if a fierce ghost was about to crawl out of the screen.'
"Fuck!"
Startled, Xia Di's hand shook and he accidentally flung the mouse away.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, what the hell is that, it scared the shit out of me."
Xia Di's eyes were wide, his heart pounding; he never felt this terrified even while watching horror movies.