No Facial Bones

In the fourth year of the Tang Dynasty, Liangzhou. When the third faceless corpse was discovered, the flesh on the face seemed to have been wiped away from the skeleton by an invisible hand, and the skull was as smooth as white porcelain just out of the kiln. Everyone said it was a magic from the Western Regions. Only I know - no. "Sir, it's getting dark soon." Changfu, the attendant, held up the lantern, his hands shaking. "The third one." Xia Mu Sheng stood up, her kneecaps clicking lightly. "Go and invite Liangzhou Sima." Her voice was hoarse and she deliberately lowered her throat. This was her instinct to maintain her identity as a man for sixteen years. "Tell him that the deceased was not killed by evil magic." Changfu was stunned, "That's...?" "Human." Xia Mu Sheng raised her eyes. The old scar at the corner of his eye flashed under the candlelight, like a sutured wound that opened again, "Someone used a very thin and sharp knife to peel off the entire face alive.