Chapter 629: The Composed Old Man

It really leaves one at a loss, what on earth should I do? How would Master or Senior Uncle resolve this if they were in this situation?

"Hey, kid, what are you daydreaming about at a time like this? Hurry up and think of something, or else we're going to be killed by those ghostly entities," the old man suddenly slapped my shoulder and said in an unhurried tone.

For some reason, this old man seemed not the least bit panicked, but rather incredibly calm, as if what was swarming towards us weren't ghostly entities, but merely ants.

But even ants would be frightening, wouldn't they? Just imagine, as far as the eye can see, a mass of black ants covering everything, wouldn't that scare the life out of you? There's an old saying, "enough ants can bite an elephant to death," let alone just a few people.

"Out with it, Old Ghost, do you have any actual strategies? If you do, then spit it out quickly, this is no time for jokes," I called out to the old man, feeling somewhat helpless.