It was a gray-white eyeball, devoid of any sparkle, and from just this eye, one could imagine a cold corpse standing erect in front of them.
Thick black substance surged up, transforming into a black hand that grabbed the other party.
After waiting three seconds and confirming there was no resistance, the black substance covering Li Changzhou's right hand receded, and he raised the kerosene lamp to get closer to the other party.
The figure was burly, with tattoos on the face, and it was the burly man killed by the child with a breathtaking green light.
The kerosene lamp was brought a bit closer, and Li Changzhou took a step forward, scrutinizing the other party inch by inch like an archaeologist, as if trying to see every pore on the other's face.
Pale complexion, hair, beard, and frost on the collar, as if from a corpse freshly pulled from the freezer.
