The Back-faced Woman was always dressed in the same summer outfit: a white short-sleeved shirt and shorts, which were not form-fitting, but rather the kind that was loose and comfortable for wearing at home.
However, upon closer inspection, this white clothing was actually covered with dirt and a few bloodstains.
The Back-faced Woman's hair wasn't very long and wasn't tied up; instead, it hung down disheveled over her shoulders, with some strands twisted together.
This detail reminded Yan Junze of Ke'er's dirty hair.
But there was nothing he could do—washing a strangeness's hair wasn't something the Yan Junze of today could manage; maybe he could in the future, but that would probably require a close encounter with an Exorcist first.
As he gradually approached the Back-faced Woman, a chilling sensation began to permeate his body, growing colder and colder.