The crab-claw girl examined the beauty in the painting, asking curious questions one after another.
The painting floated quietly in the water. The beauty within remained breathtakingly gorgeous, yet she was utterly devoid of life.
It was as if she were merely a dead object, offering no response to the girl’s inquiries.
“If you like it, take it as a collectible. You can study it slowly once we’re back.”
The dragon’s gruff voice rang out, causing the seawater to vibrate slightly.
“Thank you, Sea God.”
With a series of sharp snips, the girl severed the threads on the back of the painting. She joyfully rolled the scroll up and tucked it away carefully.
The dragon waved a claw dismissively.
His gaze was fixed on Yue Shi.
At that moment, Yue Shi was drifting in the seawater, his long hair fanning out and his eyes tightly shut.
His body swayed gently with the undercurrent, looking for all the world like a drowned corpse.
However, the dragon spoke coldly. “When a real human suffocates from a lack of oxygen, their skin turns livid—even black—due to blood stasis.”
“It doesn't look like this overly clean white, looking no different than when they were alive.”
“Why are you cosplaying as a beautiful corpse here?”
As soon as he spoke, as if to fix this flaw, Yue Shi's pale cheeks and skin instantly turned a terrifying shade of livid purple.
The crab-claw girl looked at Yue Shi, then at the dragon. She clacked her two massive claws together in confusion.
“What’s going on? How can he change colors?”
The dragon smirked, a light that saw through everything flashing in his pupils.
“He is passively mimicking a human.”
“In this current scenario, he believes it is logical to be drowned, so he is mimicking the appearance of a human who has died from oxygen deprivation. ”
“This deathly state is a ninety-nine percent match for a truly drowned person. But it was still missing that final touch.”
“Once I pointed it out, he automatically patched the loophole.”
The girl scanned the motionless Yue Shi from head to toe, her eyes filled with curiosity.
“What exactly is he?”
“Ask fewer questions about things you shouldn't know. Regardless of what he is, he definitely isn't human.”
An aged voice came from behind the crab-claw girl.
An old turtle, carrying a clump of wriggling threads in its mouth, swam over slowly.
The human-skin painting the crab-claw girl had rolled up suddenly gave a slight shiver.
The old turtle spoke up. “That skin-peeling fellow indeed left a backhand.”
“Fortunately, I have rooted them out one by one. There is no need to worry about him leaking any secrets.”
“Hahaha, good!”
The dragon let out a few hearty laughs, his eyes shining.
“That old tree demon plants eyes and ears all over the world, but what use did it serve in the end?”
“The lost authority of ‘Moon’ was still found by this seat first.”
“Destiny is on my side!”
“Move! We return to the Dragon Palace immediately!”
...
The spotlights of the concert were vibrant and dazzling.
The top singer Yin Runa, dressed in a fiery red tight-fitting gown, sang and danced under the gaze of thousands.
Her voice was sweet, her face gorgeous, and her figure graceful, driving the fans below into a frenzy of screams.
Suddenly.
A sharp rrip echoed.
The sound of fabric tearing was broadcast throughout the venue via the microphone.
The expensive, tight gown on Yin Runa’s body split open at the back.
Then, her body began to swell and deform like a balloon being inflated.
Her perfect waistline vanished as her limbs grew thick and sturdy.
Under the gaze of countless audience members and cameras, the skin on her back and arms stretched thinner and thinner, revealing a completely different skin texture beneath.
Finally, a series of tearing sounds erupted.
Her skin, like a low-quality rubber product, rapidly cracked open.
That youthful and beautiful skin burst apart, leaving fragments hanging off her body, swaying precariously.
Beneath the human skin, what was revealed was a bloated, middle-aged woman well over fifty!
“Ah!”
Yin Runa let out a scream, instinctively using her hands to cover her face and body.
No longer caring about her stage image, she turned and fled toward the backstage in a panic.
The audience was deathly silent for a moment before a mountain-toppling wave of uproar broke out.
“This can’t be real!”
“Nana! Where is my Nana!”
“Capital must be behind this setup!”
“Refund! Give me my money back!”
The shocking scene had already been captured by countless people.
Within minutes of the incident, the internet's trending search lists exploded.
It even briefly surpassed the discussion of Yue Shi’s attack on Yujing.
【Nana Bursts Her Red Gown; Skin Cracks to Reveal Terrifying True Form】
【Fake-Faced Songstress Exposed; Fifty-Year-Old Woman Masquerades as Eighteen-Year-Old. Netizens: Give me my damn money back!】
【Yin Runa Banished to the Cold Palace by Moxian Castle Media】
【Everything is Fake; My Nana is Still as Beautiful as Venus Committing Suicide】
...
At a certain Investigation Bureau.
An investigator had just successfully resolved a thorny supernatural incident, rescuing many citizens.
Tall, handsome, and exceptionally capable, he had always been a prominent figure in the bureau.
He was also the object of admiration for many female colleagues.
After completing the handover, he ignored the worshipful and amorous gazes around him.
His expression was cold and aloof, but the slight upturn of his lips betrayed his mood.
He was savoring this perfect moment in the spotlight.
As he walked toward his desk.
A series of clear snapping and popping sounds came from his body.
The surroundings went silent instantly.
Then, before everyone’s horrified eyes, his handsome face suddenly burst.
That outer layer of skin, like a low-quality rubber film, sloughed off from head to toe.
Fragments of skin littered the floor.
Beneath the handsome husk, what was revealed was not flesh and blood, but another completely different man.
He was shorter, with an average build and an unremarkable face that would disappear in a crowd.
“Ah!”
After a moment, someone finally screamed.
He remained stunned on the spot, not yet having processed what had happened.
He looked down at his unfamiliar hands, his mind a complete blank.
Having worn that perfect skin for so long, he had deliberately forgotten his original appearance.
He had long since treated that handsome appearance as his natural face.
When a cold, top-tier hunk suddenly turned into an ordinary man, the crowd's first reaction was that he had been murdered.
Someone—or some supernatural creature—must have killed him and donned his skin, attempting to take his place and blend into the crowd.
Several pairs of eyes glared furiously at the unremarkable man.
“Seize him!”
Someone shouted.
The colleagues around him reacted with lightning speed. Several figures lunged forward, pinning the “imposter” ruthlessly to the ground.
With his face pressed against the cold floor, he finally realized what had happened.
He wanted to open his mouth to explain, but though his lips moved, nothing came out.
He had actually fallen into a state of conflict, unable to face reality as his left brain fought with his right.
Should he let his former perfect image die and live forever in everyone’s hearts?
Or should he simply admit that he was a thief who had stolen someone else’s appearance?
...
A wedding was in progress.
The groom appeared to be a second-generation elite; not only was he wealthy and powerful, but he was also handsome and carried an air of nobility.
The bride couldn't stop smiling.
Just as the groom was about to place the ring on the bride's finger.
A tiny crack suddenly appeared on the side of the groom's face.
The crack spread rapidly. Under the watchful eyes of the guests, that handsome face peeled away, revealing a true face pitted with acne scars beneath.
The guests erupted in an uproar. The bride was so frightened she turned pale and dropped her bouquet.
The groom covered his face in a panic, abandoning the wedding and fleeing the scene.
Similar incidents were occurring everywhere.
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