Lu Xun and Wei Ren, though cousins of noble birth and accustomed to grand spectacles, were utterly upended by the scene before them, turning pale and disbelieving as they rubbed their eyes multiple times. But no matter how much they rubbed, the thing in the air above that courtyard did not disappear.
"This, this is actually a person, right?" asked Wei Ren, shivering.
He himself didn't quite believe what he was saying. Which person would make such a ghoulish face, shrouded in black miasma? It wasn't like someone was carrying burning charcoal to release smoke.
Indeed, across the courtyard, an indeterminate being with a ghastly pale face, blood-red eyes, voluptuous eye makeup, and black lips was enveloped in an ominous black mist.
"More like, it used to be a person," sighed Lu Xun, casting a sideways glance at him. "So, can you get off me now?"
Why cling onto him like this? Wasn't he heavy?
