hard to find the right answer to his question. She then smiled slig

Sarka's question. "Sarka, you don't need to think about that. It's not important for you to

ckly. "Who was the kind person who gave up their eye for me? Is that

int is, this person is very nice. Never mind, let's not talk about it anymore. You just go

e up. He nodded languidly, although he was very cur

our cooking is always de

her son made Mar

I'm going to my room. You want to

o to your room and rest first.

ded to blame his cell phone, which was kept in his drawer. It had been six months

of Alan, his brother's bedroom door, which was slightly open. Sarka stopped walking and lo

as still at work. Alan usually came home at

back, just to make sure that Alan really wasn't home yet. Th

of comics neatly placed on the shelves in the closet. Indeed, Alan was a comic book maniac. Sarka liked to borrow comi

a comic from the shelf, but before he could do so, Sark

me the comics fell out of the cupboard by themselves?" Sarka asked softly. He let out a

ing sitting on top of the comic cabinet. Sarka was about to say something, but he was struggling for words. His mouth could only open a

othes sat there, her long black hair covering her entire face. Sarka was already starting to

a ventured to ask the long-haired woman wearing long white clothes a q

body, he saw that the woman sitting on top of the comic cabine

m as loudly as possible, but he co

s mixed with pus, making Sarka feel like vomiting his guts ou

. The air around him also suddenly felt gloomy and gripping. Sarka realized that the woman he saw earlier was a creature from another world. As proof, his face was comp

. His breathing was already irregular. He did

s eyes became more alert, and he was afraid

disappear,

red to turn his face to the side. He immediately jumped in surprise. He staggered away. The female ghost's face was s

?" Sarka squeaked softly, desp

s room. Can you see me?"

e you!" Sarka replied quic

ich made Sarka's hair stand up again

on, who are you?"

question earlier, I'm the

ds, keeping as much distance as po

inally appeared with a new face. This time, it was better. Her face was only pale. There was no

a short time. And Sarka was even more incredulous that he was

n you d

n't worry, you don't have to go

!" Sarka shou

o meet me? I'm Gwen, what's your name? I feel lucky to have met y

l felt a little anxious, although he was not as sca

a kunt

raid, I'm no

you

ow you're not scared an

to know my nam

ting on top of the comic cabinet like before. Sarka was wide-eyed to see it righ

just wanted to test you." The pale-faced f

t my name?" Sar

oom. You come back and forth here so often, I a

e you? This i

till afra

ause now I feel like I'm

ghost, a curious spirit, or whatever. You don't have

ghosts before." Sarka held his head

can be friends, I'm not bad. I'll be

re you

e guy, and I like looking at him. You yourself are also not less handsome than him,

d at the Kuntilanak ghost, who openly admitted that she

n he's sleeping, reading comics, or watching movies. And what I like

e was scared, but after a while, the female ghost who was

rned his face towards the source of the sound. Sarka widened his eyes in surprise. He stared at A

not know w