Su Yan lifted her head and looked up.
Only now did she notice that it wasn't just this one who had crawled out that had met with an accident.
In the inner courtyard of the residence, corpses lay strewn about in all directions.
Servants, servants, guards, and further in, within the main hall.
The one dressed in finery was probably the master of this residence.
Without exception, all of them were dead.
One after another, the skin on their faces had been flayed off in ragged patches.
Each one looked utterly terrifying.
If someone with a weak heart saw this, they'd probably be scared into fainting on the spot.
The woman bowed gracefully to Su Yan.
"I am Yarou. I don't know if…"
The woman hesitated for a moment, as if somewhat embarrassed.
Then she lifted her head.
"I don't know, Hu Rou, if you could take off your facial skin for me to wear for a while?"
In a gentle tone, she said something that sent a chill down the spine.
Su Yan touched her own face.
She shook her head.
