He stood in front of the washbasin, looking at himself in the mirror, then raised his hand and began unhurriedly undoing the buttons of his shirt.
One, two, three...
He pulled open the clothing at his chest, exposing half of his torso to the air.
And over his heart, a black "tattoo" so realistic that it could instill a sense of psychological fear in those who saw it looked somewhat conspicuous against his pale skin.
It had a green face, fierce fangs, looked both beastly and not, without head or body, just a gaping maw, and was identical to the one that had suddenly appeared over Jun Moyan's heart a few days ago.
The drunkard looked at the thing on his chest in the mirror, his face calm and his eyes without a ripple.
"Caw~"
A moderately loud crow sound arose, and the drunkard turned his head to look at the Blood Crow perched on the windowsill.
The Blood Crow was looking at him, too.
Man and bird locked eyes for a few seconds.
