420. Zombie
The old man's mouth couldn't close because his teeth featured two particularly long fangs bared out.
It was a relief he was dead, no drool flowing out, otherwise it would look even more disgusting.
There were shackles on his hands and feet, steel nails hammered into his arms, and something like a plank nailed to his back, making him resemble a soy sauce duck.
How to put it, it was simply chilling to look at.
"Why did you bring it here? Didn't you say Fu Zi and Lu Tong already took care of it? This one is still alive?"
The zombie old man started howling when he saw me, the chains clanging loudly!
He struggled to pounce at me but was restrained by the iron plates and chains on his body, unable to make it over.
I tilted my head to look at the frame; it was clear that if it weren't for this iron frame, those big claws would have swiped at me.