The end of the white cloth on the mummy's face was scorched yellow, not from a fiery burn, but rather as if it had been dyed by some corrosive liquid.
Oddly enough, both sides of his cheeks were dusted with blush. The work was clumsy but symmetrical, creating a faint appearance.
This gave the initially eerie figure an unexpectedly charming bashfulness at first glance, while the bashfulness added to its wickedness, making one subconsciously think that beneath the mummy's bandages might be not a human corpse, but a paper effigy used in burial rites.
As the mummy's mouth stretched open, revealing its gloomy interior, Xu Shu inexplicably felt a chill run through him.
Just as he was about to react, his thoughts suddenly froze, and his vision blurred and became sluggish.
This sensation was peculiar, akin to looking out through a window covered in frost while the glass is corroded and streaked with inexplicable rust, blocking his view and freezing his thoughts.
