When Han Sen saw what emerged from the sack, his body flared with goosebumps and his head got all itchy.
The person that emerged from the bag was a man who was very skinny and seemed to be around thirty years of age.
It was a living person, and Han Sen could see the fright that twisted his face.
Before Han Sen could return from his thoughts, the scorpions were stinging the poor man. He was stung many times, like he was being deliberately tortured. He rolled around on the ground, writhing and screaming in agony.
"It is all a ruse! How can Uncle Bug feign such kindness every day, when this is the sick and twisted stuff he gets up to on his own. How could he even think to torture a man like that?!" Han Sen spine was frosting over with the chills he was feeling.
When Han Sen next looked at Uncle Bug, he froze.
