"Are you sure this mask is fine?"

She Miao walked on the street, still a little worried as he touched his own face. Since he left home, he had been doubting whether his appearance would attract too much attention.

At this moment, more than half of his face was covered under a wide brimmed hat, and the exposed part of his skin was unusually pale. His skin was tightly attached to his bones, making him look like a dehydrated vegetable, or a poor guy who had been drained ten times overnight.

But under that shadow, a faint red light could be seen, hiding a pair of beast-like dangerous eyes.