The woman stood in front of her umbrella and lifted her hand above her head, smoothly peeling off a beige layer of human skin and casually tossing it aside, revealing a brand-new face on the woman standing there.
Xu Huo's expression darkened; this woman was wearing more than one layer of human skin on her body.
"Huang Yue, I remember now," the woman in the qipao said. "The last time, I came across a young girl, tender and fresh. Before she died, I tortured her for quite a while and didn't hear her mention having a relative who was a Player."
"Is that so?" Xu Huo said solemnly, "Then perhaps I was mistaken. Her surname might have been Zhang or Wu."
The woman in the qipao gave a snort, "These days, there really are all sorts of people."
"Can't help it. I got the name from the news," Xu Huo said expressionlessly. "But compared to the disgusting hobby of wearing human skin, what I do is trivial."
