In the quiet kitchen, Duan Yun and his group watched Feng Ling'er make a human skin mask.
She first poured a little oil on the table, spread out the fresh skin on the oil, kneading it, then picked up a small stick resembling a rolling pin and gently rolled it over the back of the human face.
Honestly speaking, the three of them, including Duan Yun, felt a bit hungry watching this scene.
If it weren't for the face being genuinely horrific, under the swaying oil lamp light, they almost thought Feng Ling'er was roasting pig skin.
After kneading the human face for a while, Feng Ling'er gently exhaled.
Shen Ying couldn't help but ask,"Is it done?"
"Of course not."
Feng Ling'er continued, taking some fine powder from her package and sprinkling it over the back of the face.
Now, it looked even more like it, completely covered in flour.
Afterward, the two faces were hung inside the house, Feng Ling'er said, "Just wait for them to dry."