Zhang Xiaomo shook her head, "On the outside... it's not obvious."
Just at this moment, Zhang Di, who had been observing the movements across the street, exclaimed, "It's out, that guy is out again."
Yan Junze hurried to crouch down with the others, lying on the window and peering carefully across the street.
At the moment he saw the apparition emerge, he was startled and blurted out, "It's a person!"
"Right, its appearance is completely human," Zhang Xiaomo whispered.
The figure that appeared on the third floor corridor across the street was a fatty man with sparse hair, an oily face, dressed in a jacket and slacks. Plump and white, he walked with an uneven gait.
He seemed very cautious, also harboring a sense of anger, glancing around every few steps.
"I hit it twice, and when its flesh peeled back, I saw that all the meat inside was white, a snowy color, and from this white flesh oozed black non-Newtonian fluid," Huang Wenjian said.
