Tao Xiao, Qin's husband, a classic tech geek, appeared pale and delicate in the pictures she had provided before, his figure and expression immensely shy.
However, as the vortex of the Magical Mirror spun, the figure that reappeared was dark and thin.
The darkness was like the unnatural cyanosis of a severe illness, tinged with a sickly pallor.
And he was so emaciated that his skin seemed to cling to his bones, cheeks deeply sunken as though he suffered from chronic malnutrition.
He looked less like someone bought by the Transcendent organization and more like someone sent to the Dusty Continent to mine in the dark mines.
There were none of the imagined signs of Witch-ghoul Transformation, no gills on his face nor any other non-human form.
Tao Xiao looked at the scene before him with disbelief, opened his mouth as if to say something, then glanced warily to the side and stepped out of view.
