C62 Controlling tigers to leave the mountain

I turn my head abruptly, only to see the knife-scarred man's panic-stricken face.

"What kind of person is there? Isn't it him?" I pointed at the guy and asked Leaves.

"No, it's not," Leaves shook her head vigorously, looking very scared, "It's not him, it's him, behind him."

Just when I was about to laugh and say, "Ye, you're seeing things