Having been ripped by the edges of boats and reefs and nibbled by the fish underwater, Childe Tang's clothes were in shreds and tatters. There was nothing left on him and even his long knife had sunk into the water. Thus, Meng Qi found nothing valuable.
The moon was shining faintly on Childe Tang's face, highlighting the sincerity and unwillingness in his eyes. His tears had evaporated, leaving behind mottled traces.
"Huh?" Meng Qi had already opened his Eye Apertures. He found something wrong with the tears under the changing light and shadows. It was not a problem with the tears, but the skin.
He groped Childe Tang's face with his left hand little by little. Suddenly he pinched a layer of skin from the ears and tore it off.
It was a mask of human skin!
Meng Qi held the mask and looked at Childe Tang's face, making a sound of doubt.