Although he had already stopped walking behind, Yao Liu still had a feeling that there was someone watching his back, so he would turn his head to look from time to time.
Yao Liu turned his head to look, but there was nothing behind him, not a single person, but that feeling was still lingering.
He turned around in shock and saw a shriveled, black, and thin old face in front of him. When his eyes met a pair of muddy eyes, he was so frightened that his heart shrank.
The old man had stopped walking and was looking at him coldly.
Upon closer inspection, the old man's eyes had lost their luster, like dried grapes, which was creepy.
When he saw Yao Liu turn his head, the corners of his mouth slowly widened, revealing his yellow teeth.
"Honored guest, what are you still looking at? This old servant is here."
