The little guy’s scalp became numb. What exactly was the motive behind this elder who lacked life by obstructing him? This made every hair on his body stand up.
Dark bloodstains seeped between his gray hair, and had already dried up a long, long time. The hilt of the ancient sword that was originally incomparably sharp now had thoroughly rusted. It was difficult to imagine just how many years it had experienced.
“Uncle, why are you blocking me? If something is wrong, just say it,” said the little guy.
Hairy Ball directly hid behind his back with its pair of large eyes swiveling about. It nervously grabbed his hair, and was scared that elder would suddenly attack.
Without a single word or breath, this elder stayed fixated his position without any type of response. His face was like a wooden idol, and his eyes were empty as he blocked the path.
When the little guy saw this, he ignored the elder, and walked towards the side with the intention of detouring around him.