"Huh?" Yang Xiao was startled.
It didn't hurt.
It wasn't just painless, it was actually comfortable, cool, as if he had applied an essence-infused hydrating facial mask, though Yang Xiao had never used one; it was merely his imagination.
The sensation was the complete opposite of the one brought by the Guillotine Knife. Yang Xiao now felt extremely comfortable, so comfortable that he wanted to sleep.
If this was a game, he would suspect this to be some sort of reward stage, but this was the Nightmare World, and these ghosts weren't so kind-hearted.
With this mask... no, this piece of yellow paper attached, Yang Xiao felt his whole body become much clearer. At the same time, he suddenly thought of the origin of this flying yellow paper—it should be called Face Covering Paper.