C2 Thousand Faces

The man looked very strange. The rainwater poured on his body, as if it had lost its color. His entire body looked gray.

Looking carefully, the man's features were a little strange, as if he was painted on. His skin was so pale that it didn't seem like human skin.

The man seemed to have seen Caisang. He grinned and said, "This skin doesn't seem to suit me. I like your skin."

The man's voice was very sharp. It sounded like the voices of many women combined, making people feel a chill down their spine and goosebumps all over their bodies.

In the next second, the man threw the skin in his hand and attacked Caisang.

"It's so good. It's soft and beautiful." Caisang was shocked. Before she could recover, the man's hand had already touched her face.

Caisang felt as if someone had cut her face with a sharp blade. The pain was extremely sharp.

Caisang flew backwards and clenched her fist. The jade pendant on her chest flashed. Two black shadows came out of the jade pendant. They held swords in their hands and swept towards the man.

The sword light flashed and directly cut off an arm.

The man laughed and retreated into the distance. A thick fog rose from the river surface and quickly covered the man's figure. Caisang wanted to chase after him, but she had no way to do so when she came back to her senses.

When the man disappeared, the dense grudge on the river surface also disappeared without a trace.

Caisang squatted down and picked up the two arms that were cut off from the ground. The broken arms were so light that it was frightening. Looking carefully, it was actually a paper man made of bamboo sticks and paper. "What exactly is this thing …"

"Thousand … Thousand Faces?!"

A cry of surprise suddenly came from behind Caisang. A servant who he had seen two days ago stood by the river with a lantern in his hand. He was stunned as he looked in the direction where the person had disappeared. "Thousand Faces has become a spirit!"

"Little brother, what is a Thousand Faces?" Caisang walked in and saw that there was a character with the word "Hu" embroidered on the servant's collar. This person was a servant of the Hu family.

Thousand Faces referred to the face.

The people of Qujiang had a unique craftsmanship. Their paper man was very realistic.

A bamboo stick, a stack of paper, and a human figure were drawn on it with ink. This was the method of paper man used in ordinary funerals, but the people of the Hu family were different.

The paper man they made was no different from a real person. It could even move. This was the Thousand Faces.

Every year in April, the people of the Hu family would display their Thousand Faces by the side of Qujiang. Later on, this became a custom of Qujiang. At this time of the year, it would be very lively.

This year, the Thousand Faces Festival attracted the emperor to personally come to Qujiang to join in the joy with the people.

But who would have thought that something like this would happen this year? The people of the Hu family were afraid that the Thousand Faces Festival would not go smoothly.

Ever since the murder case, the servants of the Hu family would come to patrol every day, but they could not stop the skinning demon.

Until today, it was already the seventh dead person.

After the young master of the Hu family heard about this, he hurriedly invited Caisang to the Hu family. The young master's name was Hu Shisan, and he was very clever.

"Mrs. Jiang, is that the Thousand Faces who committed the murder by the river?" The young master of the Hu family had a look of disbelief on his face.

"Just now, the servants of the Hu family all saw it. If you don't believe me, you can ask him." Caisang's voice was cold, "I want to see how many Thousand Faces the Hu family has."

Hu Shisan turned his head and looked at the servants who were standing beside Caisang. When he saw him nod, he hurriedly said, "Mrs. Jiang, this way, this way."

Hu Shisan led him into the room where the Thousand Faces were kept.

The moment the door was pushed open, a cold breeze blew over, and the temperature dropped.

There was nothing in the room, only a few rows of shelves placed on the wall. Some of the Thousand Faces were placed on the shelves. It had to be said that the Hu family's craftsmanship was indeed extraordinary. From afar, it looked like a row of living people were standing there.

Caisang walked closer and took a look, and his eyebrows knitted together tightly.

Hu Shisan looked inside the door, his long and narrow eyes filled with fear and panic, "How is it? Can you tell what's wrong?"

Caiang's throat became dry as she scanned the lifelike Thousand Faces. The expression on her face became even more strange, "These paper men all have Spiritual Sense …"

The Three Soul Generals and Seven Soul Generals were activated. If it wasn't for the fact that their bones were bamboo sticks and their skin was paper, they would really look like living people.

Hu Shisan's legs were swaying, and his face turned pale, "Then the Skinning Demon is really Thousand Faces? How is this possible? The Thousand Faces didn't move at all without the use of a secret technique. How could it kill people?"

Caiang ignored him and continued walking in. When she reached the end, she saw a few empty shelves, "Young Master Hu, why are these shelves empty?"

"Empty?" Hu Shisan's face turned pale as he hurriedly ran in and stood beside Caiang. There were indeed a few empty shelves. After counting carefully, there were a total of seven shelves, which was the same as the number of people who died by the river.

"This … I don't know either. How could this be … I'll go ask the servants. " Hu Shisan was a little anxious as he prepared to run out the door.

"No need." Caiang pondered for a moment. It seemed that the monster that was causing trouble by the river was really Thousand Faces.

"These Thousand Faces were made by Young Master Hu?" Caiang asked.

Hu Shisan waved his hand, "How could that be? My craftsmanship is not that exquisite. The Thousand Faces that were used during the Thousand Faces Festival were all made by my father."

"Then where is Old Mister Hu now?"

Speaking of this, Hu Shisan's face was wrinkled, "Father had a cold a while ago and was bedridden. After that, he encountered this matter, and his heart was in a hurry. He vomited blood and fainted, and he has not woken up yet. The doctor said that there was no major problem, and he would be fine after resting for a period of time."

The pillar of the family had fallen, and the young master could not bear such a heavy burden. After the sudden change, he was anxious and angry, but he could not figure out what was going on. The next morning, he sent out a hero's invitation.

He invited Tonghua from the Pure Spirit Sect, Yan Tine from the Masanori Sect, and Jiang Louyue from the yellow talisman sect.

In the evening, Caisang was received by the servants of the Hu family from the inn. When she heard Jiang Louyue's name, she was stunned for a moment. "Little Young Master Hu, Jiang Louyue has been unconscious for half a month. He probably won't be able to help you."

Hu Shisan was shocked and said with a surprised expression, "You still don't know?"

Caisang asked, "What?"

Jiang Louyue had arrived.

He was wearing a crescent moon robe, and his figure looked a little thin. It was unknown whether it was because of the clothes or because he had been lying down for a long time. Jiang Louyue's face did not look too good, pale and without any color.

Even so, judging from his facial features, one could tell that he was a handsome man.

His nose was like a gall bladder, and his eyes were like peach blossoms. He stood at the door and looked at Caisang with a smile. He said gently, "Jiaojiao."