Face Maker: I Sew Faces to Death in a Funeral Parlor

I have been sewing dead faces for three years. Until my own fate mark appeared on the facial bones of a female corpse. Everyone is born with a layer of bones on their face - engraved with your wealth, poverty, nobleness, love, hate, life and death. Only a few people can see it, they are called Maskers. The curator said: That woman's name is Xu Qing, and she died for you three years ago. Now her facial bones were broken into six pieces, scattered across the stranger's face. If you can't get it back within seven days, it will grow out of your face. "Find her, or become her."