Psychic Queen: Beware of ghosts in the harem

Chapter 410 What I Play Is Heartbeat 1
The monster was still talking.

"You don't understand true love, you don't even understand. You are superficial, superficial, ignorant, and cheap!"

Baitang finally couldn't stand it anymore, "Dude, are you broken in love? I didn't lie to your feelings, why are you making things difficult for me. Besides, I have nothing to do with what you said. Have you seen my husband? He is Isn't he good-looking? But I don't love him, what does that mean, it means that I like good-looking people, but it doesn't mean that I will fall in love with him."

The monster's mood seemed to be calmed a little, but he still said, "I don't believe you, you must be lying to me, you are lying to me for your life!"

"Please, I really didn't lie to you," Baitang was almost speechless, "Can you tell me first whether you are human or not?"

The monster raised his head suddenly, but Baitang still couldn't see his face clearly.

The hat was so big that it almost covered half of his face.

With the other hand, he slowly pulled off the hat, presenting his entire face in front of Baitang.

Baitang didn't speak for a while, she was dumbfounded.

"It's scary, isn't it?"

The monster said coldly.

Hell, that's not what Baitang thought it was, a shockingly ugly face.

In fact, the man had no face at all.

Where there should be facial features, he has none.

That part is flat on one side.

She actually saw the faceless man here.

"You are a faceless person..."

Very early on, I heard it from my senior brother.

When she angrily scolded her senior brother for being too coquettish, and every time she had to look in front of the mirror countless times before going out, the senior brother said, people need face and tree skin, and I am not a faceless person.

Later, the senior brother told her a cruel story about a faceless man who killed someone to take his face.

Every time they kill a person, they replace that person's face. If they can't find another face before the skin rots, they have to return to the state of having no face again.

When she asked the master, the master sneered and scolded the brother for talking nonsense.

Faceless people don't often kill people to take their faces, and it doesn't take long for their faces to rot.

They would never use someone else's unless necessary, because no matter what face they put on, it would be very uncomfortable during that time, and they endured the pain of merging that face with their own skin every day.

(End of this chapter)