Zuo Bai held his breath, the blue light flickering coldly in his one eye, staring intently at the result of the experiment.
He saw in the glaring silver light, the enchanting smile of the [Mask] beginning to collapse.
The silver light shone down, and the gold-rimmed glasses frame was the first to melt into golden droplets, which slid down the bridge of the nose, and the golden droplets turned black, staining the pale skin of the entire face like ink.
The [Mask]'s cheeks gradually blurred, the features twisting and deforming, like wax melting under high temperature, starting to dissolve rapidly.
Finally, the whole face collapsed into a whirlpool, asphalt-textured black liquid gushing out from it, flowing down the chin and neck.
In the blink of an eye, the entire suit, the playing card on the chest, the cloak on the back, right down to the pant legs and shoes, all visibly wriggling and transforming into viscous black liquid.
Then, with a "plop," the liquid fell into the sewage.
