Jiang Qiao's body was wrapped in that invisible "costume."
The glaze-like sheen on his skin grew thicker and thicker, while the stage makeup on his face became heavier and heavier.
He felt as though he were becoming someone else.
An opera performer clad in costume and heavy makeup, warbling away onstage.
And his consciousness
was being squeezed beneath the stage.
Turning him into a cold, detached spectator.
The sensation was extremely bizarre.
His body was clearly still his own. He could clearly feel the warmth of Stove Fire burning in his palm. He could clearly see the opera ghost standing not far away. Yet all those sensations seemed to be separated by something.
As if there were a curtain between them.
He stood on this side of the curtain, while the real "him" performed on the other.
"Heh heh."
"Looks like I underestimated you two."
Jiang Qiao laughed.
Within his eyes, gray light suddenly erupted!
Dual Pupils!
The eerie force that was eroding his body, distorting his features, and driving out his consciousness slowed the instant it encountered the gray light of Dual Pupils.
At the same time, blue eyes opened all over his body.
Embedded in the skin wrapped by the "costume," they resembled dim blue stars.
The next second, gray light erupted from every Blue Eye at once.
The opera ghost seemed to sense something. It violently flicked its two water sleeves, trying to pull away and retreat.
But it was already too late.
Blue points of light lit up across its body as well.
Beneath the opera ghost's costume, within its water sleeves, amid the layered folds of its skirt, and even behind the face concealed by its long hair, everything was glowing.
The gray light exploded, piercing straight through it in an instant!
Stove Fire followed