An Exorcist's Pilgrimage

Su Zhi Constantine, who got drunk every night, was once again handed a serial murder case one morning. “Mr. Su Zhi, what do you make of this?” “What do I make of it? I look at it with my eyes.” “With your eyes?” Su Zhi’s lips curled into a faint smile. He grabbed a random mirror, held it up in front of the corpse, and said to everyone: “Like this.” They all leaned in. Their faces filled with horror, because what they saw was... A humanoid monster covered in mouths belonging to all sorts of animals, a woman with goat horns where her eyes, mouth, and nostrils should be, and a fallen one whose skin clung to nothing but bones... “What... are they?” “Demons, devils, monsters. Call them whatever you like.” (This blurb isn’t doing the story justice. Head straight to the main text!)