A hoarse, coarse voice was uttered from the throat of the white-haired man.
He raised his head, his visage, crisscrossed with knife wounds, was terrifying. His eye sockets were completely black, even the whites of his eyes were black, without a hint of any other color.
"Tap... tap... tap..."
Slight footsteps rang out. Following behind the witch, "Ye Hanjun" walked a few steps forward and lifted his head, revealing his pair of black, calm eyes.
"What's the matter?" GuaGua mimicked the tone of the tadpole and asked.
Little did he know that to examine the disguise of the tadpole while simultaneously embodying it, was a novel experience no matter how many times he did it.
While GuaGua found it thrilling, he couldn't show the slightest hint of a smile on his face. He had to remain calm and composed.
