With the appearance of Old Dong,
the feeling of being hunted and the pressing sense of urgency gradually faded away.
Lin Yuan could clearly sense that the Foreign Demons, which had previously clung to him like maggots on bones, now seemed to have some reservations and no longer approached.
Old Dong murmured with a deep sigh, "You, oh you... It seems you didn't take my words to heart at all."
Lin Yuan gave Old Dong a deep look and asked, "Uncle Dong... do you not plan to kill me?"
Old Dong sighed heavily, "Why would I kill you? You have not lost control..."
"What?"
Lin Yuan was taken aback and asked in shock, "What do you mean by 'lost control'?"
What he actually wanted to ask was why Old Dong used the term 'lost control' in his sentence.
After all, if these ordinary people had all turned into Foreign Demons, Old Dong, as the likely actual host, could not possibly be an ordinary person.
