Step by step, the man walked forward. Yijiu was not afraid, staring at him. His eyes were hollow, staring straight at him for a long time.

The skin was pale and bloodless, but it had a hint of rancid smell. Suddenly, the withered lips of long-dried blood hooked.

A few wisps of blood flowed from his mouth. This blood ...... It's already dry. It seems to have been left over a long time ago.

It's creepy.

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