It was a face hard to describe with words, almost no longer recognizable as a face.
If anything, it was more like a human skin pasted onto a skull, with muscles severely atrophied, making one wonder if he was an alien at first glance.
Additionally, when Jian Zhesi changed masks, the gaps in his black robe revealed his figure.
The clothes were clearly tight-fitting, yet they appeared loose, like a scarecrow wearing clothes in a wheat field.
"I just want to know who set up the trap just now?" the Black man asked gloomily.
"It was me!"
Fujiwara Keiaki stepped out fearlessly and admitted it, then spoke earnestly, "Thanks for recognizing it. There are more traps ahead; do you want to step on them all?"
Su Yuzhuo glanced at Fujiwara Keiaki in surprise; she couldn't recall him being in the habit of making jokes.
Could it be that staying with Xiao Feng and Zhao Guo'an for too long had influenced him?
