Gu Mian remembered the landlady speaking of this woman; she had opened the door for him and Qing Huan when they came to investigate yesterday.
However, half of her face had been hidden behind the door then, so the two of them hadn't noticed anything unusual about it.
The woman with the disfigured face was right across from them, just a few steps away.
Gu Mian knocked on the door. He didn't have to wait long before the sound of footsteps came from inside, followed by the door creaking open.
A face emerged from behind the door, staring at them.
Upon seeing this face, Yuwen Hao drew a sharp breath. It was a face truly beyond description.
Half of it was relatively normal, but the other half was incredibly grotesque.
The burnt half of her face sagged. Its skin resembled that of someone in their eighties or nineties—coarse, slack, and perpetually filthy-looking.
