As the television approached, her face on the screen became clearer and clearer.
She instinctively touched her own face, and sure enough, the sensation of her features under her fingertips grew fainter, even beginning to blur.
"I don't care what you are, daring to cause trouble in the Dragon Country, you're courting death!"
No matter how Lin Baiwei struggled, the blood-red television, like a festering wound, moved closer to her, and her other face became clearer, even down to the visible pores.
"Is this trying to strip my face?"
Lin Baiwei immediately realized this.
"To deal with the supernatural, aside from large-scale hot weapons, only the supernatural will do!"
She gritted her teeth, and a faint red light suddenly emanated from the back of her hand.
It was the protective measure left by Lin Yanke, although it required her to activate it herself.
The red light swept over the television, producing an immediate effect.
