In an instant—

  Fang Xiu felt like he’d been plunged into an icy abyss.

  "You can see me!?"

  What happens if I can see her?!

  His mind was a chaotic storm, desperately trying to piece together logic—but his "wife" gave him no time.

  Crack.

  The sound of shattering porcein filled the air.

  Her fwless, cold-white skin split apart, fissures spreading like a broken vase. Bck cracks spiderwebbed across her body, and from within them came the wet, squelching sound of flowing blood—thick, crimson liquid oozing out like writhing worms.

  Her silky hair writhed, transforming into a nest of twisting bck serpents, thrashing wildly in the air.

  "YOU CAN SEE ME!!!"

  Her voice was no longer human—a guttural, distorted shriek.

  Her delicate lips stretched impossibly wide, splitting to her ears, revealing jagged teeth. And inside her gaping maw—another mouth, nested in her throat like a second set of jaws.

  Fear drowned him.

  His body locked up, his mind bnking in primal terror.

  Then—death arrived.

  Her jaws unhinged, engulfing his entire head in a single bite.

  Darkness. Cold, slimy wetness. Suffocation.

  His skull was crushed between her teeth.

  Then—agony.

  Fang Xiu—DEAD.

  The scene was grotesque.

  A creature that was no longer human had just bitten off his head.

  His headless corpse remained upright for a split second before arterial blood fountained from his neck, soaking the sheets.

  Then—time shattered.

  Like broken gss, reality splintered apart, dissolving into nothingness.

  ---

  Don’t Let Them Know You Can See!

  The words, scrawled in blood, covered the ceiling once more.

  Fang Xiu jolted awake, gasping, drenched in cold sweat.

  "What the hell?! Was that a dream?! I died—how am I alive?!"

  But the moment he saw the blood-red text, his blood ran cold.

  "Don’t let them know you can see..."

  This wasn’t a dream.

  He stared at the words—only for them to vanish again, wiped away like invisible fingers had erased them.

  "A warning? Pretend I’m blind?"

  No. The original Fang Xiu wasn’t blind. He was just… normal.

  In his memories, he had never seen a wife.

  He had lived alone. Never heard her. Never acknowledged her.

  Because to him, she didn’t exist.

  That was the key.

  "Don’t let them know you can see" meant—**act like she isn’t there.

  Live as if the house is empty.

  Ignore her completely.

  Then—

  "Honey, breakfast is ready."

  The same sweet, tender voice drifted in from outside the bedroom.

  But to Fang Xiu, it was pure horror.

  The memory of his skull being crushed between her teeth fshed in his mind.

  His instincts screamed at him to run—but there was nowhere to go.

  She was already stepping into the room.

  White silk nightgown. Cold, fwless skin. That same gentle smile.

  "Honey, you’re awake. Breakfast is ready."

  Death loomed over him.

  He was just an ordinary man. He’d never faced something like this—never been eaten alive by a monster.

  But this time, he forced himself to look away, staring at his bnket, pretending he couldn’t see her.

  Yet—

  She didn’t py fair.

  She bent at the waist, her face hovering just inches from his p, then tilted her head up—forcing eye contact.

  Their gazes locked.

  The air froze.

  Then—

  Her eyes lit up with manic glee. Her sweet smile twisted into something monstrous.

  "YOU CAN SEE ME!"

  And once again—

  Fang Xiu became a headless corpse.

  ---

  Don’t Let Them Know You Can See!

  The bloody words gred down at him.

  Fang Xiu shot up from the bed, panting, his entire body trembling.

  "Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!"

  This time, rage burned alongside his fear.

  "I died… and came back. A death loop? Like a game save point?"

  She had forced him to look at her. That confirmed it—she had to be sure he could see her before attacking.

  His mind raced.

  Then—

  "Honey, breakfast is ready."

  She stepped into the room again, smiling.

  This time, Fang Xiu grabbed his phone, pretending to scroll through videos—bck-stockinged dancers gyrating on screen.

  Normally, this would’ve held his attention.

  Now? He barely registered it.

  His back was drenched in sweat.

  "Honey, why are you looking at other women in front of me? Don’t you love me anymore?"

  "I love you? I’d love to strangle you," he thought viciously.

  He kept scrolling, keeping the phone close to his face, blocking his vision.

  "Honey, you’re not nearsighted. Why hold it so close? Can you… see me?"

  His heart stopped.

  "Does acting abnormal trigger her too?"

  But she didn’t attack yet.

  He exhaled shakily—

  Then froze.

  The next video was her.

  His "wife," smiling sweetly at the camera.

  "Honey, do I look pretty?"

  His pupils dited. His gaze locked onto her face—

  "YOU CAN SEE ME!!"

  "FUCK YOU!"

  He hurled the phone against the wall, smashing it to pieces.

  But she was already leaning in, her skin cracking, her voice a guttural chant:

  "You can see me… You can see me…"

  "I SEE YOUR FUCKING FACE!"

  He punched her.

  He never thought he’d be the kind of man to hit a woman. He despised that kind of behavior.

  But life had a way of making you into what you hated.

  His fist connected—

  CRACK.

  His hand broke, as if he’d punched concrete.

  She didn’t even flinch.

  Her eyes burned with hunger.

  Before he could react—

  Her jaws snapped shut around his arm.

  "AGHHH!!"

  This time, Fang Xiu died slowly.

  Piece by piece.

  Bite by bite.

  Few people ever experienced what it was like to be eaten alive.

  But Fang Xiu?

  He was getting used to it.