Lin Feng charged straight in and reached the depths of the Ancestral Hall.
The darkness was so thick he could not see his hand before his face.
The True Fire outside illuminated the darkness within. Lin Feng saw face after face, each expertly flayed off and preserved with lifelike detail. As he walked past, he could still see those faces looking at him.
Lin Feng swept his gaze over them, and the faces immediately settled down.
They stared at him without blinking.
A place that should ordinarily have been bustling was now eerily deserted.
It sent an involuntary chill down his spine.
He continued inward. Deep inside the Ancestral Hall was a Well. Lin Feng did not approach the Well; he knew what hung above it.
Neither the sun nor the moon.
Faces!
Faces packed the space above the Well. The faces of the Li Family were all there, wailing incessantly.
Among those wailing faces were Third Uncle and Li Junsheng.
The faces had been stitched together and crowded overhead. Below them, an old man sat upright beneath the Well.
This was the core of the Li Family Ancestral Hall. Every time, his face was different.
This time, Lin Feng walked in and saw his face exposed to natural light.
When he saw that face—
Lin Feng narrowed his eyes slightly.
Another familiar face.
It was Li Pusa's face, the face he ought to have had in old age.
Aged and lifeless, but still recognizable.
"Just like the wild god behind you. Skin, but no bones."
Lin Feng muttered under his breath.
Li Pusa did not hear him. He gazed at Lin Feng as he entered, a trace of relief actually appearing on his face.
Lin Feng was wearing the Zombie Skin.
His face was hidden.
He had no idea