Feet together, directly facing himself. Despite being prepared, this sudden scene still startled him, causing him to instinctively step back.
"Little Yang, it's me." A sharp female voice came from in front, sounding like it was speaking in a squeezed tone, "Don't be scared."
"Dir... Director?"
After clearly seeing the person in front of him, Yang Xiao was struck with an indescribable shock. It was clear that Nalan Shuo's body was in good shape, but now it wasn't just the face—it was half an arm, most of the head, part of the torso, including two lower legs and feet, all replaced with the ghost maid's body. The replaced parts were nearly half of the total.
Seeing the multi-colored clothing fragments stitched onto the Director's body was like witnessing a rotting disease festering on a once healthy body, creating an instinctual discomfort.
