Meow instinctively went looking for the reliable figure of Yan Huan, as it had been every time before.
But this time, while speaking, it suddenly froze.
In the darkness ahead, Yan Huan stood there, dazed, his eyes vacant, as if his consciousness was submerged somewhere else.
"Yan... Yan Huan?"
In the next moment, his right palm strangely seemed to split open as if sliced by some invisible force.
No trickling blood seeped out.
Instead, what emerged were countless, dense, tiny pink crabs.
"Gurgle..."
"Dot dot dot dot..."
Those countless, tiny crabs, which could easily trigger anyone with trypophobia, crawled out of Yan Huan's palm, engulfing him swiftly and entirely.
In the darkened living room, the sea of pink crabs formed into a cocoon-like shape, while beneath, countless crabs continued to scuttle around.
"Yan Huan!!"
Seeing this, Meow was appalled.
Facing those crabs imbued with terrifying power, Meow instinctively stepped back.
