221, asking for help from someone influential

He was already a dead man... dead man...

Inside the Drunken Moon Inn, Zhao Douan stood frozen in place, listening to Mr. Hai's words. The same sentence kept echoing in his mind.

So, the Thousand Faces God was a dead man? No...

Zhao Douan's face changed as he considered a possibility, and he grabbed the maid Qing Niao by the arm. Supporting himself with one hand on the railing, he leaped down to the first floor, next to the supine body of the Thousand Faces God.

At that moment, as Eunuch Hai turned the body over, the handsome nobleman lay face up on the exquisitely carpeted floor.

Eyes wide open, bloodshot, with deathly pale cheeks, he showed no signs of life, and only a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

And then, as if "dying," the body's visage began to contort suddenly.

Gradually, it transformed into another man with a plain, common appearance, his identity unknown.

"He is the Thousand Faces God?"