"You're just a rookie who got kicked out. Don't act like you know it all." Xiao Feng disdainfully threw down the words and opened the door, walking into the heavily surrounded hospital room.
On the bed sat an old man.
He looked haggard, with long silver-gray hair draped over his shoulders, clenching three bamboo skewers stained with fresh blood in his hand, staring blankly as murky tears flowed from his eyes.
In terms of appearance, he truly didn't look much different from a madman.
"Hehe...hahaha...hahahahaha..."
The old man let out a laugh devoid of any emotional tone, like a dementia patient.
Xiao Feng frowned, looking at the three bamboo skewers, suddenly thinking of a possibility.
That the old man in the hospital room might have some connection with the Daoist who had previously had Wang Tiezhu draw lots.
Perhaps they were from the same sect, or even closer, like a master and disciple.
