After waking up, Ye Waya was completely unaware that death was imminent.
Following the usual routine, he cleaned himself and put on the loose, traditional Arab Islamic robes.
Snow-white, wide robes with golden edges.
Wearing a small square hat, also with golden thread patterns.
The whole person looked like someone you would never imagine was once a murderous terrorist leader.
According to incomplete statistics, at least nearly ten thousand people died at his hands, and countless more were injured by him.
Now Ye Waya looked every inch like some kind of grand mufti, holy and dignified.
So sometimes when you look at a person, just by their appearance, you can't really tell anything.
Because appearances can be faked, faked to look very convincing.
But the essence and heart cannot be faked.
A devil is a devil, no matter how it's dressed up, right?
Spotlessly clean, with an air of a grand mufti, Ye Waya walked towards the rooftop of the death building.
