She was a Faceless Woman.
Her skin was pale, her wrists to arms slender and long, her palms broad -- it felt like she could lift Brother Temple's head off the ground with a single slap. Her height was extraordinary, roughly three meters tall, almost touching the ceiling of the restroom. The smooth, facial-featureless head was directed right at Beichuan Si.
Although her facial features were absent, Beichuan Si still felt her malicious gaze.
Thus stood the Faceless Woman, her hands on Beichuan Si's shoulders, her giant body bending down as her massive head drew near him.
Closer and tighter it pressed —
Her fingers were squeezing forcefully.
Her nails, sharp as paper cutters, half-penetrated Beichuan Si's shoulders.
That terrifying, featureless face had completely pressed against Beichuan Si!!!
Beichuan Si's expression did not change. He skillfully flipped the rubber club in his hand and smashed it down on her head!
