Mo Qingye's mind went blank, staring dead on at the long-haired man on the screen, the other party seemed to sense his gaze as if he slowly raised his head, his long hair scattered to both sides of his cheeks, actually an eyeless face, the two empty eye sockets were seeping blood outward, flowing along his face into two streams of blood, and his face was as white as a freshly-painted wall, which was exceptionally horrifying.