After Du Wei got off the bus, he stood at the rear door and stretched out his right hand.
Andrew Dowqui was the first to disembark.
Du Wei shook hands with it.
The demeanor was very friendly.
Though Andrew Dowqui appeared old, he was a full head taller than Du Wei, at least one meter ninety.
It lowered its head and gazed at Du Wei with a cold and grim stare.
In an instant, an irresistible chill seeped through the pores of his skin, invading his organs.
Du Wei's body stiffened, and the blood in his veins felt as if it had frozen.
The sensation was incredibly uncomfortable.
The pressure Andrew Dowqui exerted was more terrifying than many an Evil Spirit, even reaching the level of Mary Shaw, second only to Demon Spirits.
But Du Wei's eyes remained calm, his extreme rationality allowing him to ignore the discomfort in his body.
No emotions were displayed upon him.
His mind controlled his body, not the other way around.
