There are several corpses in the morgue of Dali Temple.
Drowned. Fire. Puncture. Poisoned.
The ways of death are different, but one thing is the same. None of the corpses had faces.
Where there should have been facial features, there was strangely nothing there, only empty skin, as flat as a drum.
"These are the faceless corpses I just mentioned. They were all abandoned in a corner of the busy city, causing people in the city of God to panic now." Yuchi Zhenjin frowned.