The blood-seeping human faces looked like deflated balls, all wrinkled and stuck to the floor. If Zhu Long and Zhang Ju hadn't blocked them, those filthy things would probably have crawled onto Chen Ge by now.
"Looks like this brother here has no interest in talking things out with us."
Blood spread through the Art Studio. Standing behind Zhu Long and Zhang Ju, Chen Ge used his Yin Pupil to size up the Red-Clothed figure before them.
Blood spattered as the Red-Clothed figure swayed. Various torture implements hung from his skin, and with every step he took, Shattered Faces fell from his clothes.
There were different ranks among the Red-Clothed, and unfortunately, the one Chen Ge and the others had encountered belonged to the extremely dangerous kind.
Yet that only made Chen Ge even more puzzled. Zhang Ju and Zhu Long weren't the least bit afraid in the face of such a Red-Clothed figure. They weren't like Xu Yin, who fought with a madness in his very bones, having lost all reason.
Zhu Long and Zhang Ju were perfectly rational. Their expressions were calm, as if a voice in their minds were telling them there was no need to be afraid.
After seeing Zhu Long and Zhang Ju, the Red-Clothed figure didn't attack at once, either. He slowly raised his head, his entire face covered by wet hair.
Through the strands of Black Hair, Chen Ge could make out a face covered in black veins. It was pale and sickly, and seemed to be smiling.
"Drip."
A middle-aged man's face slipped from the Red-Clothed figure's sleeve and fell between him and Chen Ge.
"Help me. This Devil who likes to skin people, help—"
"Smack!"
Before the middle-aged man could finish, a bloodstained pair of Anti-smash Shoes came crashing down on