"Bro, can you stop fiddling around, flipping the switch on and off? Does it amuse you? Someone who doesn't know any better would think we're watching a Hong Kong horror film from the nineties."
Ah, this...
The flickering light stopped.
What can I say?
Spirit was still that same Spirit.
In front of him, there was no chance for the eerie to create a frightening atmosphere, hey!
"Hehe~ cough, cough cough!"
Along with a few coughs of an aged voice,
an old man with a stooped back and leaning on a cane appeared beside Jiang Xiao.
He sat down shoulder to shoulder with him on the bed.
"Not scared of me?"
"You asking that question is like saying you've got no teeth, should I be scared of you?"
Speaking of which, the old man sure looked like he wasn't going to meet a good end.
All split open, his entire chest carved out, revealing large chunks of dark red wounds and exposed viscera.
The old man kept nodding as he sized up Jiang Xiao.
