"What other traits do people subjected to Skin-Painting have, besides being unable to eat or drink?"
"Besides being unable to eat or drink, their skin is taut. Since the spell keeps working on them, they look younger. And because the person is already dead, their walk is somewhat stiff—but they make no sound when walking, because their soul has been taken away. After all, they're dead. If you look closely, you'll notice that when they move, they go straight from one point to another. When they walk, for example, they stare fixedly ahead. When they speak, they speak stiffly. Unlike normal people, who have this moving and that moving. You can also look at their eyes in a bright place. The whites are slightly darkened, and the boundary between the pupils and the whites is blurred, gradually blending together. That means they've been subjected to Skin-Painting..."
The old Night Guard smiled as he recounted the details of the Skin-Painting Technique.
The Night Guards, jailers, and even Wang Jing had their horizons broadened, secretly marveling at it.
Wang Jing listened for a long while before leaving the prison.
Not long after Wang Jing left, one of the jailers slipped away and entered the Street Patrol Team's quarters, where he reported to the deputy captain, Zhang Mao.
"Wang Jing listened in there for so long? He must have heard something important. Come, find the captain with me and tell him exactly what happened."
Zhang Mao brought the jailer to the Street Patrol Team's captain, Ai Zongwu.
The jailer recounted the events one by one. The Devil Sect's Skin-Painting Technique had been described so mysteriously that, for some reason, he remembered it with particular clarity, so he focused on that part.
Ai Zongwu and Zhang Mao listened with exceptional care, then dismissed the