Phew~
Yi Chen lowered his center of gravity and leaned forward in a bow stance.
Although his eyes were covered, keeping him from being distracted by the outside scenery, and his ears were covered, shielding him from outside noise, a trace of restlessness and unease still stirred within him.
"It's done."
At Yi Chen's murmur, the woman withdrew her hand.
When he opened his eyes and looked behind him again, the disaster wearing the White Skin Mask had been sentenced to death by being cut in half. Its upper and lower body lay separated on the ground, rapidly dissolving.
When Yi Chen ordered the nearby Death Minister to bring over the White Skin Mask scattered on the ground,
the mask dissipated along with the killer's body. The malice permeating the Sunken Death Temple also vanished completely, and the crisis was resolved.
Yet Yi Chen's heart remained suspended in midair, and that unease grew even stronger.
"Why was the body so easily severed, while the mask on its head only left behind a trace?"
"The effect of the second script was clearly much stronger than the first.
"And I broke the script again, even cutting the killer in half. Could that make the problem even worse? Was the true source of the malice the killer, the script, or the entire Film Crew?"
Recalling the various anomalies before the killer acted,
1. The bright midday sun had been forcibly switched to a pitch-black night. Thinking about it carefully, it seemed as though members of the Film Crew had hastily erected a backdrop to block out the sun.
2. The classic film music that had sounded around the streets also seemed to have been the result of several Film Crew members separately going to residents' homes to switch the music sources.
3. During