As soon as he said this, the scene fell into a strange silence. A cold wind suddenly blew around them. The candles on the table swayed, causing the light and shadow to intertwine.
In the light and shadow, Xu Bai saw that the old Taoist priest's face became more and more sinister.
His eyes, in particular, no longer had the sage-like air of a sage. Instead, they emitted a cold light that sent chills down one's spine.
In the light and shadow, Xu Bai picked up the bones with his chopsticks. They looked like human fingers, and the flesh on them was mixed with tendons and bones.
Xu Bai did not move. After asking this question, he looked straight at the old Taoist priest in front of him, but his eyes became colder and colder.
What bullsh * t pig's tail bone? The number of people who had died in his hands was as many as the hair on an ox. How could it not recognize this? This was obviously a human finger that had been smoked into bacon by this old Taoist priest.
