Chapter 167: Little Valley's Evil Dao (1)
Two days later, Zhou Xuchuan returned to the butcher shop's basement.
"It’s complete. Please come closer," said the old man.
He massaged Zhou Xuchuan’s face for a bit, and then he put something on it.
Zhou Xuchuan checked his own face and noticed that the old man had put on a skin mask over his face.
This was the best tool for the job at hand, except for a disguise art. With a master craftsman’s expertise, the skin mask looked indistinguishable from a genuine face.
Zhou Xuchuan took a look at a mirror, and an unfamiliar face stared back at him.
It was a man in his early forties boasting a sharp, scary countenance.
Zhou Xuchuan curiously asked, "But this isn’t a man in his thirties?"
The old man replied, "My apologies for changing the age without discussing it with you first. I thought this would be a better appearance to avoid others underestimating you."