At this moment, Wen Xishu finally saw the monster's face directly; beneath the scalp pierced with many chopsticks was a face as white as lime.
The face had no facial features, only a large character painted in fresh blood.
The monster hopped swiftly, almost instantly confronting its face directly, pushing the crimson character right up to Wen Xishu's nose tip, reflecting clearly in his pupils.
But Wen Xishu remained unmoved, as if he hadn't seen it, he seemed to become a sculpture.
However, Wen Xishu indeed rarely had such bizarre creatures close to his face; he must admit, this was a test of his courage.
The face-to-face confrontation lasted for a full ten seconds.
Some white, maggot-like things gradually crawled out of the monster's pale face, like bugs that have bitten through the skin of an apple.
Just densely packed, making anyone feel nauseous looking at it.
Yet Wen Xishu still remained unmoved.
