Nightfall.
In the dense forest of the mountains.
Yibai was pulling Hui Shu, peering into the yellow cloth bag.
The contents of the yellow cloth bag were visible.
Both Yibai and Hui Shu fell silent.
Inside the yellow cloth bag, there was a painting and several special 'paper scrolls'.
The painting depicted the shape of a human, as if someone had completely skinned a person's body to draw on it, and one could vaguely make out the gruesome agony on the face from before death.
The few special 'paper scrolls' had one thing in common—they were all made of human skin.
Human skin for paper!
Yibai's scalp tingled with numbness. Demons ate humans with just a single gulp, but this Lama, he was even more terrifying than demons.
To use human skin for paper, to create paintings with human skin, to use young girls for drums...
"This person is extremely frightening,"
finally uttered Hui Shu after a long silence.
"Using human beings for amusement,"
was Yibai's assessment.
