The bus station.
After a bloody battle, Han Bingjie, who possessed the Deceit Skin, still managed to kill all the attackers.
But as he looked in the direction the bus had left, his heart was filled with desolation.
"Am I... going to die?"
The date was approaching, and he could not find any way to reach Deceit City.
And it wasn't just that.
The desolation of being abandoned by his comrades filled his heart even more.
"No... it seems I was the one who volunteered to stay behind and cover their escape. Why did I impulsively get so hot-headed then?"
"And the bus wouldn't wait for me, it just left..."
Han Bingjie's voice carried a sobbing tone.
"Maybe... it's because I sensed that I was almost done for?"
He looked at his body and discovered that most of it had become cold and stiff.
Deceit Skin was a very strange supernatural object; it was not something to be transplanted, yet it could exert a very terrifying effect.
