Weak in affinity talent? Female ghosts are eager to give hints.

"Hey! Hey!"

"System! Have you lost your mind?"

"Why isn't a strategy guide popping up? It's not like this in Ga La Ge Mu Li!"

He silently complained about the system, but it still didn't give any feedback.

As An Lan passed by the girl, the girl gave An Lan a suspicious look: "Where are your mask and candle?"

The voice was cold, stiff, and mechanical.

It doesn't look human!

"No..."

An Lan answered casually, her expression unchanged.

Anyway, without a mask, candlesticks... you can't be sure that I'm not one of you, right?

Ignoring the girl's interrogation, An Lan glanced at her perfect features and turned to walk into the fortress. The girl stared at An Lan for a long time, then suddenly grabbed his arm!

"this..."

"Take it!"

"what?"

Looking down, the girl had taken out a candlestick and handed it to An Lan.

The candle on the candlestick was already lit. After hesitating for a moment, An Lan took the candlestick and strode into the fortress.

"Tap tap tap—"

Because it's an old-fashioned enclosed building, once the candles are extinguished, the interior is plunged into darkness. The flickering candle in my hand is the only source of light.

Holding the candle, An Lan still didn't understand—what was going on?

He waved the candlelight around, and could vaguely see couples, arm in arm, going up the stairs to the second floor.

"Oh?"

"Are we going to dance on the second floor?"

Just as I was about to hurry up and follow, the sound of high heels clicking on the ground rang out in the darkness!

Before An Lan could react, a fair arm took her arm.

"Honey..."

"Shall we go?"

A soft, boneless voice came from behind. An Lan turned her head to look—it was a girl wearing a hemp-colored dress, and some freckles could still be faintly seen on her face under the swan mask.

She was slender but tall, with her hair styled in a bun, giving her a delicate and refined air.

Beneath the mask, the girl's eyes were fixed on An Lan. An Lan looked at her for a while, her brows gradually furrowing.

【Favorability】...

Still none!

That's a hat-trick!

What the hell is this dungeon?!

"good..."

"Let's go..."

It wasn't a good time to investigate further, so An Lan let the girl bury her head in her chest and climbed the castle stairs step by step. The old-fashioned spiral staircase was tucked away in a corner, stretching long and winding...

The candlelight flickered in the darkness, and the girl's mask fell off, revealing a flushed, youthful face...

This scene has a bit of a romantic drama feel to it.

The barrage of comments couldn't help but surge wildly.

[My Sword and Shield: This is Emperor An Tian. You don't need to prove yourself; a maiden will debate for you!]

[Bibira: What else can I say? A beautiful woman throws herself at him right from the start; need I say more?]

[Giggle: But I still don't understand! Why wasn't the girl who lit the fire at the door captivated by Emperor An Tian?]

【...】

The barrage of comments has just begun...

suddenly!

An Lan's cheek was touched by a hand. "Your...your skin has such a good shelf life..."

"Um?"

A stiff, cold voice came from beside her. An Lan turned to look at the face of the young girl... which was slowly cracking! In the candlelight, the cheap black lines on her face were breaking off one by one!

Then that freckled face...

It really is!

With a "thud," it fell off the girl's face, revealing a face without eyes, eyebrows, or a nose, only a mouth!

!!!

An Lan paused, her pupils dilating in that instant!

The girl's mouth suddenly opened without warning, and in the candlelight, you could see rings of her gums inside!

Yes!

圈！

What does that mean?

Just a few centimeters after a complete row of teeth, there's another row of teeth inside the mouth! Like a row of posts, Anlan could almost see a dense spiral arrangement of teeth from her mouth to her throat!

The key point is that these teeth are all quite straight!

"oops..."

"Something is lost..."

"But it doesn't matter, she won't be able to tell..."

Let's go—

"Honey..."

As the mouth moved, it lunged towards An Lan's arms again. An Lan's face turned ashen; he had already hardened!

The fist has hardened!

[Holy crap! What is this Painted Skin?!]

[Holy crap! What kind of fake person is this?]

Why isn't An Lan running away?

【...】

At this moment, the comments section also sprang to life.

An Lan swallowed hard, suppressing her physical discomfort, and continued climbing to the second floor with the girl who was holding her arm.

The second floor is a huge, open circular area.

In the center of this area, there is also a small circular flower bed.

There were only a few dozen purple roses blooming in the flower bed.

However, these purple roses were unusually fresh and glossy, and even indoors, they showed no signs of wilting.

"Honey..."

"Ready..."

An Lan felt her arm being tugged, and she realized that the strange person in her arms had already stood on tiptoe and was making a dancing gesture, indicating that An Lan should take her into the arena...

"One clatter... two clatters... three clatters..."

On the second floor, flickering candlelight could be seen from time to time, and some men and women were dancing in the light, moving closer and closer to the central flower area, seemingly trying to pick purple roses.

Can!

Two hands swept past, then two hands swept past, but neither could catch the purple rose; instead, they passed right through it!

This scene!

An Lan was greatly surprised!

What the hell?

Are the purple roses fake? Is this a projection?

Or is it that the monster can't touch the purple rose?

"My dear! My dear!"

An Lan's arm was tugged again by the strange man. Seeing that the skin on her neck was cracking, she suppressed her nausea, grabbed her shoulder with one hand, held the candlestick in the other, and slowly walked in circles toward the center.

"One clatter... two clatters... three clatters..."

As they tiptoed and turned, the candlelight flickered, and the masks on the faces of both men and women began to slowly fall off.

It wasn't because of large movements that they fell off, but rather because, over time, the stitching around their faces seemed to have become too loose, and they started to fall off for various reasons.

In some cases, the mask and prosthetic nose fall off together, revealing shriveled eyeballs and a collapsed nose underneath. In others, the entire face is glued to the mask and then falls off; as the dancer moves, the mask flies off, and the face flies off with it!

In an instant!

Light and shadow intertwined, faces, masks, eyes, noses, and all sorts of things flew around, until... a group of faceless monsters were revealed, still pretending to dance!

"Honey..."

"Rose! Rose!"

On An Lan's side, the strange man's chest was split open, and bits of human skin kept falling out from under his dress. It guided An Lan to pick roses, but when An Lan reached out, she only grasped empty air!

"what?"

As her palm brushed against the purple rose, An Lan clearly felt the strange person in her arms pause!

In the darkness, countless swaying candlesticks began to stabilize, and countless chilling auras seemed to lock onto him instantly!

"Um?!"

He paused, startled!

When An Lan surveyed the surroundings again, the dancing had already stopped!

The faceless monsters, holding hands, stared motionlessly at themselves: "Why hasn't your skin fallen off yet...?"

"Your skin...how come it's so nice..."

"You... lend me your skin to wear!"

"..."