Song Que nodded, gazing at the mask before slowly putting it on.
The moment he donned the mask, it was as if the evil smile etched into his very soul.
A dramatic change overtook Song Que.
...
...
Madam Wu couldn't sleep.
No person, if bound by ropes and watched by a strange person wearing a terrifying mask, could possibly sleep.
Fear made her want to cry for help, but she was silenced by the evil and magnetic laughter emanating from the stranger's throat.
"Before this, I've injected your husband and child, as well as that outsider, with a sedative. Not enough to kill anyone.
But I don't like it when women scream and shout in front of me, so—"
The masked stranger made a shushing gesture with their finger.
"Otherwise, you will die, and before you do, you'll be begging me to kill you."
Madam Wu, trembling, couldn't utter a word as she stared at the mask.
"Don't be so nervous, why so serious? Smile for me, quick, smile, or I'll just cut your mouth wider."
