Hong Bangzhao's eyes fell on the person who looked like an old Taoist, with emaciated skin tightly clinging to his cheekbones, without any muscle to fill the gaps, looking no different from a dyed skeleton.
Such an appearance, Hong Bangzhao had only seen on those dying individuals.
"Is this person dead or alive?" A shiver ran through Hong Bangzhao's heart, a mix of horror and doubt.
But just after a short glance, his vision suddenly darkened, as if a sharp needle had pierced his eyeballs, causing unbearable pain.
"Ugh. My eyes, they hurt so much."
Hong Bangzhao let out a muffled groan, quickly covering his eyes with his hands, tears streaming out continuously.
"You've got some nerve." A sharp voice said coldly, "This is just a small punishment for you."
"I know my mistake."
Hong Bangzhao kept his eyes tightly shut, clutching his fists in pain as he spoke.
"Hmph!"
Seeing that his eyes were temporarily blind, the voice let out a cold snort.
