The Isolated Island (18)

The gray-haired old man, with folded skin like vertical and horizontal ravines, swallowed the last pieces of blood flesh from his fingers and the look in his eyes had disappeared, and Chu Yi could not see a trace of vitality. 

He stumbled up, his expanded stomach seemed to weigh him down and his body shook, he still took a breath and turned his head with difficulty to look in the direction of the forest, a cold light of hatred suddenly burst out from the old man's eyes, and his thin lips stretched into a bloody smile, with a breath filled with a rotten air he spoke lowly, "eat, eat, curse, curse, curse."

  At this moment, the old man saw a tall figure appearing beside Chu Yi. The man had a sultry and frivolous appearance, his temperament filled with a heavy omen.

  After seeing the appearance of the other party, the old man's pupils suddenly shrank, and he opened his mouth and stuttered brokenly: "You—"