"F*ck, isn't this a skin of a human being! A genuine skin of a f*cking human being!'
In an instant, the reddened yet withered skin of the scarecrow reflected within his eyes, instinctively making him imagine the scene when the almighty Core Formation realm cultivator created it.
A living being crying in excruciating pain within a dark concealed room as the unknown being was carefully skinning it alive with a small tweezer, slowly separating it from its flesh, revealing the twitching muscles beyond, frowning to enhance its focus as the thick blood that dyed its hand already became dry due to long hours of skinning...
After that, he began slowly stitching it, filling the exterior of the skin with unknown materials- maybe adding severed limbs within for fun.
"Probably the core formation realm being was humming a song when he was doing it...
