Chapter 92
Elder Han was not angry, but very calm. He poured out a cup of tea, lifted the white hair on his face, and gently drank from the teacup. At this moment, Ye Fan has a creepy feeling. Elder Han's fingers were as dry as iron bars, with only an old skin covering the bones of his fingers. And after his white hair was lifted, the jaw exposed straight people goose bumps, like a ball of waste paper was kneaded out of shape, very wrinkled, no luster. The most hairy thing was that the gums and teeth exposed by his withered lips were all black, without any blood or vitality, and even his tongue had atrophied. "Come on with me." Elder Han took a sip of tea, gently put down the teacup, and spoke slowly, without any vitality in his voice. Ye Fan wanted to sacrifice gold book, but he did not dare to
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