Given the protagonist's vengeful nature, the Shang Family is bound to suffer.
Jia Xitong just didn't expect them to meet their doom earlier than described in the original book.
"No worries, they had it coming."
Jia Xitong leaned over, climbed onto him, and gave him a comforting pat.
The Little Raccoon Puppet had always been well protected, Shang Yanting was soaked in the scent of blood, yet he could still smell the fragrance of soap from the opposite side.
He recalled a glimpse from earlier and asked a long-standing question, "System."
"Hmm?"
"What exactly are you...?"
Before he could finish, the Little Raccoon screamed.
"Just how lazy can you be? How long has it been since you changed the human skin mask!"
Jia Xitong's paw grasped the just-peeled human skin mask, revealing his flushed face beneath. Prolonged wearing of the mask posed a risk of disfigurement. No, he was already disfigured!
