"My little friend, you will go to hell at three o'clock in the morning..." The old Taoist priest's sigh was mixed with the sound of bones rubbing, which made people's scalp numb. His whole body actually melted on the seat like a wax statue, leaving only a pool of black liquid, as if he had never existed. The hijab of the married woman moved automatically without wind, revealing half of her face covered with blue scales - she had no mouth at all, and there were dense locust wood nails sewn where her lips should have been. The locust wood nail exuded a faint fragrance, which was in sharp contrast to the fishy smell on her body.
