Chapter 65 The Crazy Taoist Priest

When the old Daoist sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, he was as still as a maiden, displaying an aura of an immortal.

Upon hearing Zhou Yi's approaching footsteps, the old Daoist slowly opened his eyes, which turned a green hue while the pupils were blood red.

Under the flickering light of the fire, they shone brightly, making him seem like a malevolent ghost.

His eyeballs followed Zhou Yi as he moved, and when he came close, the Daoist suddenly lunged forward like a rabid dog, his arms reaching through the steel bars, scrambling with fingers dark as ink and as withered as chicken claws.

Aoo— wuu—

Unintentionally, the old Daoist howled, his dark yellow teeth sharp and sparse, each as keen as a knife.

Biting fiercely into the fine steel, he left behind a trail of tooth marks.

Zhou Yi had anticipated this, his steps stopping accurately at the fourth step from the bottom.

The frenzy lasted for a moment, as if he were exhausted.