Just a little more! Just a tiny bit more!
He was stitching up the wolf skin with needle and thread when suddenly his arm went numb!
Voices that seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hell sounded more sinister and terrifying in his ears, "Return my arm... return my arm..."
The old man shook his arm, trying to compose himself, but the numbness in his arm became severe, turning into a pain that reached deep into his bones.
When Little Taotie ran in, he saw the familiar Evil Spirit wearing their school uniform with a red scarf, holding an electric saw and cutting towards the old man in the white coat's arm.
Even though the electric saw passed through the old man's body with every cut, and it appeared to cause no harm to the old man, without a grisly scene of blood and flesh.
But in reality, the saw was cutting into the old man's soul with each and every strike!
This pain was a pain that reached deep into the soul!
