The skin on the owner's forehead is a normal flesh-and-blood color.

'He' took a wooden stick from the corner, moved closer to the bowl of broth little by little, used the corner of the top of the wooden stick to pull the broth to his feet, and then leaned down little by little and picked up the bowl of broth.

Bowl of broth.

As he leaned down, there were a series of extremely subtle 'clicking' sounds all around him.

It was like the sound of cracking clods of earth.

Picking up the broth and putting down the wooden stick, the host held the whole bowl of broth and drank it all.

I ate up the three grasses of life and death floating in the broth.

Leave a whole bowl of beef bones and mushrooms alone.

The proprietor exhaled slowly.

The yellow mud crust on the surface of 'his' skin dried up quickly.

It turns into loess and mud powder and shakes off from the face.

After shaking off the mud shell, the face is extraordinarily delicate and beautiful, like a flower and jade.
Chapter completed!