Afterward, the three fishing men's bodies shuddered and fell over.
The two women in red revealed joyful smiles on their faces.
The woman with a bun chuckled, "Fourth Sister, I want the face in the middle."
In her hand, somehow, a very slender knife had appeared.
The blade was extremely narrow, thin as a cicada's wing.
The edge of the blade pierced the man's face, moving along.
Quickly, a grotesque and terrifying scene unfolded before their eyes.
The man's facial skin was thus flayed off, intact and complete.
The two women must have been quite fond of skinning faces, their beautiful eyes brimming with delight.
At that moment, an ethereal voice rose, "What kind of evil demon acts in broad daylight, flaying people's faces."
Startled, the two women spun around and saw a man in green standing amidst the mist, his figure tall and straight.
Even as the fog swirled, the half-carved wooden mask on his face couldn't hide his handsome features.
