'Growing hair was one thing, but there were ashes inside its body too?'
Su Nian grabbed the doll by the neck and wrenched off its once-pretty, chubby face.
She then tore its body into several pieces.
With a grim expression, Su Nian rubbed some of the strange ash from the floor between her fingers.
Xiao Lin couldn't tell if it was just her imagination, but she had a distinct feeling the doll was about to come to life at any second, filling her with a shuddering dread.
Sure enough, a wisp of black, foul-smelling smoke began to drift out from the doll's severed torso.
Even more terrifying, the smoke carried an unbearable stench, like that of a long-rotted corpse.
Yet there had only been white ash inside the doll.
Su Nian's expression remained unchanged. She picked up a piece of the doll's body, and with a slight squeeze of her slender fingers, the part crumbled into fragments.
Su Nian flicked her hands clean. 'This thing really knows how to play dead.'
