At that instant, Sheyan fell heavily to the ground. His skin that came into contact with the ground immediately started to hurt, go numb, and finally rot. As if his flesh was being digested, it starting dissolving into liquid, which the ground greedily absorbed. But Sheyan still appeared very calm despite being "digested". Helooked up and smiled at the dark silhouette.
"Can you take off the mask and let me have a look?"
"Why?" asked the dark silhouette flatly.
"If I'm not mistaken, you should be the fugitive Fang Lin, right? The one who became a murderer when he was only a teenager?" asked Sheyan.
"I am. So what?" Fang Lin asked in a hoarse voice.
