Xie Zheng had a Sin Item.
Thinking of that possibility, he took out his only Sin Item: a sheet of paper and a pen.
The moment the pen tip pierced his palm, Xie Zheng's gaze remained fixed on the figure standing close at hand with its back to him.
The figure looked plain and unremarkable, with no hint of aggression anywhere on its body. Yet it was clearly not a living person, for it did not even have the rise and fall of breathing.
Using blood as ink, draw a person on paper to make them "die" for three minutes.
Those three minutes were enough for Xie Zheng to do all the things he had once not dared to do, such as dissect, identify, and analyze it.
Xie Zheng's pen began sketching simple lines across the white paper, gradually depicting the figure's back before him.
At the same time, his intact left eye observed the changes throughout the entire area.
There were no changes at all.
But the absence of change was the strangest "change" of all.
Because Xie Zheng could clearly feel a heart-pounding threat silently closing in, neither fast nor slow.
Though it was only a feeling, his acquired sensitivity to the supernatural had become the strongest proof for judging danger.
This seemingly calm area had to be concealing a deadly threat.
Yet the strange part was that he had not personally seen any threat on the surface.
Xie Zheng did not stop moving his hands. He crouched down, placed the paper on his knees, copied with his left hand, and watched the "person" with his left eye.
He did not draw quickly, because he was also probing and analyzing.
Whether his previous speculation was true or not, the person standing before him with its back turned ultimately