Gu Yuze rushed ahead and tried to open the door. It was locked from the inside.
He stepped back and kicked the door, coughing as he did so. The smoke burst from the room.
He felt it immediately. A cold malicious energy surrounded the room.
One could not quite call it human. Even with its mask of human skin.
The freshly peeled skin retained the shape of a human, as if supported by a skeleton, allowing it to stand on the drum's surface without sinking to the floor.
From the front, Gu Yuze could even see the few bloody tissues and organs underneath that flimsy strip of flesh that it must have taken from the five people it killed.
It seemed to be launching towards a burning object in a bucket, its jaws gnashing.
Gu Yuze tossed a talisman, and formed a mudra.
