Realizing the danger, Yang Xiao immediately tried to extract himself and flee, but it was too late. What remained of the old man's left hand clutched onto Yang Xiao's wrist with a vice-like grip that even Yang Xiao couldn't break free from. What was more horrifying was that the old man's mutilated body seemed to take root on the ground.
The real old man had long since died, his carcass now made into a puppet. It seemed the enemy had been aware of someone's presence nearby and had set a trap to ensnare him. Without hesitation, Yang Xiao pulled out a kitchen knife and, with a backhand sweep, chopped off the old man's wrist and desperately fled backward as the old man's laugh tracked him like maggots nibbling at his heels.
