Chapter 63: My Family, My Love
Wu Xian took several deep breaths.
Then he reached into his coat and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper. Unfolding it, he showed a picture of a curly-haired male celebrity and earnestly instructed the barber,
"Please cut my hair to look like this. Don't take any creative liberties. Thank you."
Wu Xian had gone out of his way to find the picture before coming to Perfect Hair Art. He really liked the hairstyle, and even if the barber was a malevolent spirit, he didn't want to let him mess up his hair.
The barber froze for a moment, then began cutting Wu Xian's hair in earnest.
He didn't even have scissors. His tool was a razor with a blade barely ten centimeters long, but his technique was incredibly professional, far beyond that of an ordinary barber in the real world.
Unfortunately, Wu Xian had to keep his eyes on him to guard against a shameless sneak attack. He couldn't relax and enjoy the experience.
Many human "collectors" liked to collect macabre crafts made from animals.
The barber probably wanted to skin Wu Xian's face alive!
"Go ahead. I'll do my best to grant your wish."
"I mean, I'm not afraid of you killing me. Once I'm dead, I'll be able to be with them..."
That probing just now had made him realize that the man's True body was in the mirror. No matter what he did to the air outside it, he couldn't actually hurt him.
The barber's hand stroked Wu Xian's face, as if touching a work of art.
The barber thought Wu Xian had a very handsome face.
So he wanted to peel it off and stitch it onto his clothes.
He suddenly turned around.
Wu Xian's mind raced.
Wu Xian