Chapter 62 I Love My Family

Wu Xian took a few deep breaths.

Then he reached into his coat, pulled out a crumpled piece of paper, and unfolded it. It showed the portrait of a curly-haired male celebrity, and he earnestly instructed the barber:

"Please cut it according to this look. Do not improvise, thank you."

Wu Xian had specifically searched for this piece of paper before coming to "Perfect Hair Artistry." This hairstyle was very much to his liking, and even with a malevolent barber, Wu Xian did not want to let him mess with his hair as he pleased.

The barber's expression froze for a moment, and then he began to earnestly cut Wu Xian's hair.

He didn't even have scissors; the tool he used was a razor with a blade only ten centimeters long, but his technique was extremely professional, far surpassing ordinary barbers in the real world.

It was just a pity that Wu Xian had to keep staring at him to prevent any shameless sneak attacks, leaving him unable to relax and enjoy the experience.

Just a few short minutes passed.

Wu Xian's hairstyle took on a completely new look.

The length of his hair hadn't changed much, but his overall aura had elevated to another level; he could even pass for a male host at a high-end club.

The barber's fingers gently touched Wu Xian's face.

"Guest, are you satisfied with this hairstyle?"

Wu Xian hurriedly nodded: "Satisfied, very satisfied. It has been a long time since I saw a barber as excellent as you."

He was indeed satisfied.

Yet these few words of flattery were uttered mostly to avoid angering this malevolent entity, lest he casually slit his throat.

The barber's tone turned sinister and gloomy: "Since you are satisfied, please pay for the haircut."

Wu Xian feigned confusion and asked: "Didn't you say before that there is no charge?"

"Yes, but I want something else."

The barber's hand caressed Wu Xian's face, as if he were touching a work of art.

"Your face is quite handsome; would you be willing to give it to me? My clothes are still missing a good-looking face."

Clothes...

It seemed the "woman" from just now was actually this malevolent entity's clothing.

No wonder she was so bizarre; her body was patched together!

Perhaps the barber could only manifest his form within mirrors, so if he wanted to move around outside, he had to wear a "suit of clothes" made from human beings. He would select the part he deemed most attractive from each of his guests, assembling them into a perfect "suit of clothes."

And right now.

The barber thought Wu Xian's face was very handsome.

Therefore, he intended to peel this face off and assemble it onto his own garment.

Seeing that the barber had dropped his disguise, Wu Xian clutched a syringe filled with black dog blood and thrust it backward with force.

Yet Wu Xian thrust into empty air!

Because there was nothing behind him to begin with. Moreover, due to Wu Xian's resistance, the man in the mirror pressed down on one of his shoulders with a hand, making it impossible for Wu Xian to make any large movements.

Wu Xian temporarily set aside the idea of using the Flying Blade Incantation.

The probe just now made him realize that the man's true form was inside the mirror, and no matter what actions were taken against the air outside, it couldn't truly harm him.

If Wu Xian only wanted to escape with his life.

Then using the Flying Blade Incantation to directly shatter the mirror should break him free from the man's restraints. However, that wouldn't necessarily guarantee the destruction of the malevolent entity, as he might still be hiding within some other mirror.

Thus, Wu Xian did not act rashly.

He merely watched helplessly as the man pressed the sharp razor against the edge of his face.

The barber must have wanted to peel Wu Xian's face off while he was still alive!

Wu Xian's brain operated at top speed.

He quickly thought of a potentially viable method. While charging up his Flying Blade Incantation, ready to shatter the mirror at any second, he put on a deeply affectionate expression, and a single tear welled up in his left eye.

"You know what? I love my family very much."

The barber's hand paused, and he asked Wu Xian in confusion: "What does that have to do with me?"

"I mean, I'm not afraid of you killing me, because after I die, I can be together with them..."

Wu Xian's attitude startled the barber slightly.

Death was humanity's greatest fear, and this was the first time the barber had ever seen someone remain so calm in the face of it.

So he licked his eyebrows with his tongue, his expression growing even more excited.

Since Wu Xian was going to be a part of his clothing, the more unique Wu Xian was, the better. That way, he would have more conversational material when bragging to other malevolent entities.

This mindset of the barber.

Was actually just like certain humans in reality; it was hard to tell who resembled whom more.

Many human "collectors" loved to collect curiosities made from animals.

Often, the rarer the animal, the more expensive the handicraft—such as elephant ivory or tiger pelts...

If the elephant or tiger from which the craft originated also bore legendary titles like "King Tiger" or "King Elephant," then the handicraft would be even more fiercely pursued by people.

Wu Xian sighed: "It's just that as I'm about to die, there's still one regret that hasn't been fulfilled."

"Speak, then. I'll fulfill it for you if I can."

The barber sounded generous, but in his heart, he had already resolved that no matter what regret Wu Xian had, he would never let him achieve it.

To a malevolent entity, the more aggrieved a human died, the more artistic it felt.

Wu Xian began his tale of woe.

"I came home too late last time, which led to my family meeting a tragic end. I missed their greeting..."

"I'm going to die this time too, and I'm going to go see them. I hope they'll come to pick me up this time as well, so our family of five can truly be together."

The barber subconsciously nodded, then felt that something was amiss.

"Pick you up? Didn't you say your whole family was slaughtered?"

Wu Xian countered the barber: "Who says dead people can't come to pick someone up?"

The barber was struck with terror.

He snapped his head around.

To his shock, within the space of the mirror, aside from himself, there were actually four malevolent entities standing there with extremely gruesome deaths: one with a split jaw, one with a ripped-open abdomen, one severed in half...

"Oh, holy crap!"

Frightened out of his wits, the barber leaped on the spot and hurriedly lifted the razor away from Wu Xian's face.

To a malevolent entity, other malevolent entities weren't all that terrifying.

Yet, just as a fierce beast would fear a peer suddenly appearing behind it, the barber was also given a massive scare. In his eyes, these four malevolent entities were all Wu Xian's family members. How could he possibly dare to peel off someone's face right in front of their kin?

Upon seeing this scene, He Ya and the other three frowned, their expressions instantly turning ferocious and terrifying.

Kill him!

Skin him!

Why did he stop? Why was he so sluggish at his job?

But the barber could not read their emotions. Instead, he was frightened once more by their expressions. In his view, these four malevolent entities were displeased and wanted to protect Wu Xian, and they were about to gang up on him.

"I only want to kill people honestly!"

"I don't want to meddle in your family affairs. I'm leaving!"

The barber suddenly leaped outward.

That enormous mirror rippled just like a calm lake surface when a pebble is thrown into it, and a distorted shadow crawled out from the mirror, racing at incredible speed toward the partition just behind them.

Wu Xian's eyes lit up.

This was the exact moment he had been waiting for!

Before the distorted shadow could vanish, Wu Xian triggered the Flying Blade Incantation. The flying blades formed an X shape, cutting directly toward the location of the shadow!

Swish!

An X-shaped fissure instantly appeared on the ground, and the distorted shadow was sliced into four parts. Its four segmented pieces writhed and crawled upon the floor before finally collapsing limply.

Its figure began to gradually fade into nothingness.

Wu Xian smiled.

"It worked!"