Kao was over three meters tall, a barbaric young warrior full of wildness, sporting wolf ears and a tiger-like long tail. The one wandering with him, however, was a little fatty. Not a tall figure, but chubby, giving off a particularly naive vibe. Even his wandering gaze seemed somewhat silly and dazed.
So strange! Xiao Chen indeed sensed Kao's aura on him, but why didn't his body match? Suddenly, he shuddered. Could it be that Kao had died and his spirit had possessed another body? After all, he had encountered many bizarre and dreadful things in the Dead City, instinctively making him think in that direction. Moreover, there was the anomalous reality of the Snow Mountain Old Ghost, which naturally led him to wild speculations.
