Here is the English translation:
"Mars!"
The hoarse and discordant harmony echoed faintly near his ears. Zheng Qing held the Charm Gun, standing alone in the courtyard. The absolved hunters and captives lay neatly on the muddy ground, their eyes tightly shut. Furry Bean's figure flickered in and out of the void, anxiously meowing incessantly.
The warlock looked up, gazing toward the main door of the house.
The door was half-open, revealing a blurry face—Zheng Qing found it difficult to describe the specific features of that face. It bore the flat characteristics of a human face, complete with eyes, a nose, and a mouth, yet its eyes were entirely black, and the tip of its nose dangled beneath the bridge as though it were melting wax, ready to drop at any moment.
