At twelve o'clock at midnight, there was a knock on the door of Antique Shop No. 13.
Shen Yu sat behind the counter, playing with a scalpel stained with dark red rust in his hand. He raised his head and looked at the faceless guest outside the door, with a polite but warm smile on his lips.
"Welcome. If you want to buy something, you'll get both money and goods. If you want to kill someone, turn left and go to the police station."
The Faceless Man let out a harsh roar, and black mist instantly swallowed up the shop.
Shen Yu sighed, seeming to be tired of this unsightly intrusion. He snapped his fingers gently:
"Zhu, it's time to eat."
In an instant, the shadows deep in the store boiled. A pale and slender hand stretched out from the darkness and easily crushed the Faceless Man's skull. Then, a tall man with dark golden runes wrapped around his body walked out, like a beast returning from hell, squatting quietly at the feet of Shen Yu, waiting to be fed.
Shen Yu reached out and rubbed the man's cold hair, and said calmly to the bloody things on the floor: "Remember to be gentle next time, cleaning the floor is very troublesome."
