The light emitted by the soul lamp illuminated Thousand Faces' petite figure, and Sang Que was momentarily taken aback, thinking he was facing a modern person.
For the girl before him had a head of neat short hair entirely inconsistent with ancient times, her hands on her hips, dressed in a capable black outfit, her almond-shaped eyes harboring anger, baring two little sharp teeth, looking about seventeen or eighteen.
But this might not be the true appearance of Thousand Faces, it could just be one of her 'faces', so there's no need for any disguise.
And this short hair might be for ease of movement, after all, it's more convenient to wear a wig when changing outfits with short hair.
Sang Que quickly deduced that the Gambling Ghost was still inside killing, and he couldn't delay any longer.
"If you want to prove your innocence, then catch the source behind it with me."
