The third consequence was that everyone in his sleeves went mad.
"...You really just gave me 'bring back alive,' huh?"
Weary-faced, Real Person Wei glared at Huang Hai, who was covered in tears, snot, and urine, his face twisted into a grimace.
The other twenty or thirty people looked no better, thrown out into the back courtyard of the Louguan Tower by Li Fan to avoid frightening the children.
These individuals had faced the Thousand-faced Immortal at close range and their spirits had crumbled and dissipated. Only their empty husks continued to twitch. Hair and flakes of skin were turning to sand and falling off, visibly aging and decaying at a rate as if their cells had lost the ability to regenerate. Their flesh was melting away like ice and snow under the scorching sun.
"What kind of curse is this? Never seen anything like it..." Then he turned his head and glared at Li Fan. "Wipe your nosebleed."
