Human Skin

When Angel saw Feng Man walking over, covered from head to toe in blood, his expression became somewhat complicated.

It was not only Feng Man who was drenched in blood. Even Gu Yina, curled up in his arms, had several dark-red spots splashed across her fair little face like spilled ink.

At the same time, blood was dripping steadily from Feng Man's backpack.

"You..." Angel's rebuke had already reached his throat, but seeing that neither of them showed the slightest shame in their eyes, he sighed inwardly and changed tack. "Give yourselves some time to wash up."

"Especially—" Angel's gaze flicked toward Feng Man's backpack. "What's in there."

Feng Man and Gu Yina looked at each other, nodded, and headed toward the riverbank.

Feng Man did not avoid the matter at all. He stripped off his clothes and jumped straight into the river to wash himself, then helped Gu Yina wipe her face as well. Only after cleaning the blood from themselves did Feng Man carefully open his backpack, revealing two stacked sheets of human skin.

Those two sheets of human skin belonged to Yanijia and Chaila.

Feng Man carefully washed the human skins while Angel stood some distance away and watched in silence, sighing inwardly.

Earlier, when Feng Man and Gu Yina had mourned their fallen companions, that had been perfectly normal. But once Gu Yina spoke up, the whole scene took a sudden turn. Gu Yina had decided to take Yanijia and Chaila with them, but they had no spatial storage and could not possibly carry away two corpses. Thus, Gu Yina's final decision had been to skin them and take their skins away.

Angel still remembered what Gu Yina had said then. "I want to use their skin to sew a human-skin doll. Then they can stay