A three-meter-tall fatty!
Made entirely of stitched-together skins!
This thing would give you nightmares if you saw it at night!
"May I ask your identity?"
Shen Ye took a wary step back and inquired.
"I am the Demon of Nightmare, having been slain by the King of Ghouls, Miket Tikaxiwa, I have slumbered in death for countless eons," the massive fatty buzzed.
"Miket Tikaxiwa divided your skin into many pieces, why did she do that?" Shen Ye asked.
"Ha ha," the fatty's eyes showed a trace of disdain, "She is my enemy, and one among you has inherited her bloodline—do you think I would tell you?"
Shen Ye snapped his fingers, "Take it for a warm-up."
A look of confusion surfaced on the fatty's face, but the next second, a mob of black skeletons burst forth and grabbed it, dragging it off into the depths of darkness.
"Hey, what the heck are you doing?" the fatty couldn't help but ask.
But nobody answered.
The second hand ticked once.
