67: Chapter 67 This isn't plastic surgery, it's clearly possession!

As the bronze ancient mirror shattered, the suffocating stench of corpses in the gymnasium seemed to fade a little.

However, the air was still filled with a mixed scent of scorching and blood.

Looking at the hundreds of unconscious women on the ground, and the human skin masks covering the entire stadium, even the criminal police who were accustomed to life and death turned deathly pale when they rushed in.

"Quick! Call an ambulance! Call ambulances from every hospital!" The bureau chief's hand holding the walkie-talkie was shaking.

This was definitely the most heinous and bizarre major case since the founding of Jiangzhou City!

Lin Bing had recovered by now.

She was assisting the medical staff in checking the condition of those victims.

"Su Yang, they..."

Lin Bing flipped open the eyelids of an unconscious woman to take a look, then checked her face, her tone carrying a trace of unbearable pity and horror.

"Their faces... although the original skin is still there, why do they look so... strange?"

Su Yang was still holding the fragment of the mirror with the blood eye Seal inside, walking over slowly.

He looked down and took a look.

The woman's original features were quite delicate.

But at this moment, her skin presented a sickly, transparent feeling.

It was just like bean sprouts that hadn't seen the sun for a long time, and one could even clearly see the blood vessels under the skin.

What was even more terrifying was that her features seemed to have "shifted."

It was as if playdough had been casually pinched by someone and hadn't fully returned to its original shape.

"It's right to be strange."

Su Yang gave a cold snort, squatted down, extended a finger to press on the woman's brow, and channeled a trace of faint Spiritual Qi.

"That so-called Painted Skin Madam didn't just simply stick a layer of skin on them."

"This is an ancient evil art called Blood Melting Face Shaping."

"It uses that perfect human skin mask as a mold, utilizing evil magic to forcibly change the orientation of the victims' bones and muscles, making their faces grow into the shape of the mask."

"During this process, the victims' vitality and spirit will be slowly sucked dry by the mask, eventually completely becoming nutrients for that mirror."

"If we had come one day later..."

Su Yang pointed to the young nurse who had already turned into a dried corpse.

"All of them would have become like that."

"This isn't plastic surgery, this is clearly Possession!"

Lin Bing felt a chill down her spine, looking at the victims all over the ground, gritting her teeth and saying:

"This bastard! To collect some kind of beauty, they actually harmed so many people!"

"Su Yang, the eye in this fragment..."

Lin Bing pointed to the fragment in Su Yang's hand.

That blood-red eye was still slowly rotating.

It seemed to be observing everything around it, revealing a palpitating evil.

"This thing is a signpost."

Su Yang stood up, held the fragment up to his eyes, and stared at the blood eye.

"System, scan."

He muttered in his heart.

"Ding! Special item detected: [Painted Skin Blood Eye (Clone)]."

"Item description: A medium used by the Painted Skin demon to monitor and collect energy, containing a trace of the main body's Divine Thought."

"Hint: Follow the blood eye's line of sight to find the main body's hiding place."

As expected.

Su Yang's mouth hooked into a cold smile.

"Want to hide?"

His palm exerted force suddenly, the Golden Light Curse inside his body activated, and a burst of supreme Yang Qi instantly enveloped the fragment.

"Sizzle—"

The blood eye in the fragment let out a silent scream, then suddenly exploded, turning into a wisp of extremely thin blood-colored smoke.

This wisp of smoke did not dissipate, but like a spiritual red snake, after circling in the air for a turn, it pointed straight towards the southeast direction.

"That is..."

Lin Bing looked in the direction of the smoke, her expression slightly changing.

"That is the busiest commercial district in the city center!"

"Be more specific."

Su Yang asked.

Lin Bing quickly took out her mobile phone, pulled up the electronic map, and compared the orientation.

"This direction... if the straight-line distance does not exceed ten kilometers, there is only one landmark building there."

"Jinmao Tower!"

"And..."

Lin Bing seemed to recall something, her brows knitting tighter.

"The top floor of Jinmao Tower is the most high-end private women's club in all of Jiangzhou City, called Peerless Beauty."

"I heard that the membership fee there is one million a year, and it only receives socialites and noblewomen."

"Peerless Beauty?"

Su Yang repeated the name playfully.

"The name is quite imposing, just don't know how many disgraceful deeds are hidden inside."

"Let's go, Officer Lin."

Su Yang patted the dust off his hands, looking at the wisp of blood smoke that was still guiding the way in the air.

"Since we've found the lair, let's strike while the iron is hot."

"It's time for this rat hiding in the sewer to see the light."

"Go now?"

Lin Bing glanced at the chaotic scene around her, "Don't we need to wait for backup? Or settle these victims down first?"

"By the time you settle them down, the opportunity will be lost."

Su Yang shook his head.

"Since that thing is a Clone, once it shattered here, the main body must already know."

"Go now, and maybe we can still block it."

"If we're late, it will change its skin and blend into the crowd, where will you find it?"

Hearing this, Lin Bing's expression tightened.

Indeed, the most terrifying part of the Painted Skin demon was not its combat power, but its camouflage ability.

Once it let it run away.

That would be a ticking time bomb that could detonate at any time.

"Chief! I'll leave this to you!"

Lin Bing made a prompt decision, shouting to the chief who was busy and overwhelmed not far away.

"Isolate and observe all these victims; no one is allowed to visit without my orders!"

After saying that, she pulled open the car door and flicked her head at Su Yang.

"Get in!"

...

The police car roared again, sounding its siren, like a red and blue lightning bolt, speeding towards the city center.

In the car.

Su Yang sat in the passenger seat, still with a lazy appearance.

But his eyes were always fixed on the wisp of blood smoke in front that only he could see.

"Su Yang, that Painted Skin Madam... what exactly is it?"

Lin Bing gripped the steering wheel, unable to help asking.

After that battle just now.

She was full of dread for this mysterious enemy.

"What thing?"

Su Yang chuckled softly.

"It is not a human, nor is it a ghost."

"To be precise, it is a 'fixation'."

"For thousands of years, women's fixation on beauty and fear of aging, gathered together, in certain specific Yin evil places, this kind of monster will be born."

"It feeds on skin, and uses vanity as blood."

"The more prosperous the place, the more filled with desire, the stronger it becomes."

Speaking of this, Su Yang looked at the high-rise buildings flying backward outside the car window, his eyes deep.

"This Jiangzhou City center is both a den of debauchery and its hunting ground."

"That Peerless Beauty club is probably already its private cafeteria."

Lin Bing felt hair-raising in her heart.

If it was really as Su Yang said, in that club that only received top socialites, how many of those "socialites" now were still living people?

Or rather, were the Souls under their skin still their original selves?

"We're here."

Twenty minutes later.

The police car stopped in front of a skyscraper that towered into the clouds.

Jinmao Tower.

As a landmark of Jiangzhou.

This place was prime real estate, and those coming in and out were all luxury cars and celebrities.

But at this moment, in Su Yang's Heavenly Eye.

The top floor of this magnificent building was shrouded in a layer of pink Demonic Qi that was too thick to dissolve.

That Demonic Qi was like a living thing, slowly wriggling.

Like a huge mouth, devouring the desires of the entire city.

"Such heavy Demonic Qi."

Su Yang pushed the door and got out of the car, looking up at the top floor, a trace of an excited smile hooked on the corner of his mouth.

"Let's go, Officer Lin."

"Let's go to... a real Hongmen Banquet."