C27 Ferryman

The old man slowly stood up and walked towards Fang Zishu. Although his clothes were tattered, and even though it was just the foot of the slope, Fang Zishu's eyelids twitched violently as he retreated.

The old man laid down lazily, but he had already given Fang Zishu a lot of pressure. When he stood up, he was like a sharp blade that was pointed straight at Fang Zishu!

"Heh heh, little kid