The Uncanny Human Skin Old Man

However, Han Tao didn't possess a mental fortitude as powerful as Ling Han's. He involuntarily took a few steps back.

"Where's my dog? Have you seen my dog?" The old man shuffled forward, almost sticking his face into Han Tao's face.

Han Tao could clearly make out every detail of the old man's face—that pale skin, those bloody eye sockets, and that empty mouth. At this instant, a thought suddenly surged into his mind—human skin!

He was petrified, and his hair instantly stood on ends. His heart started to beat wildly as if it were about to explode.

At his cultivation level, there were already few things that could actually affect his emotions. Right now, however, he had been scared out of his wits. His face was as white as a sheet. His knees buckled, and he couldn't help but crumple to the floor.