"It's eerie, just too eerie, he was sure it was not an illusion."
His broom was thrown, as if passing through air, and his kitchen knife was the same, feeling like it hit nothing, yet somehow, wounds appeared on the two people.
Those wounds were so obvious and so real, blood flowed down, but the two seemed oblivious.
"Brother Yu, is this some new trick?" The two were limping forward, that smile made Yu Laosan's hairs stand on end, his whole body dripping with cold sweat.
"You, don't come over. It wasn't me who forced you; it was them. The debt has its debtor; go find those who drove you to death, why keep clinging to me? I just wanted to make some money."
"Oh, wanted to make money? Then why did you harm us?"
On his shoulder, something seemed to rest on him. Yu Laosan turned his head to see a large face almost pressed against his own.
