623 Chapter Are They Really Eating Noodles?

I was somewhat surprised as I looked at the old man. Hadn't he specifically instructed me not to speak so as not to reveal our presence? Then why did he dare to speak himself? Wasn't he afraid that the Ghostly Entities would discover his existence? Wasn't he afraid the Ghost King would sense his presence?

I hesitated for a moment, then nodded and swallowed back the words I was about to say. Perhaps the old man in front of me had a way to prevent the Ghostly Apparitions from detecting him, or sensing the human aura about him, much like when he had crushed the flower and smeared it on my body.

An idea suddenly surfaced in my mind, one I scarcely believed myself—the old geezer hadn't chewed that flower in his mouth, had he? That flower was a skull, after all.

A scene played out in my head where the old geezer in front of me was holding a stinking skull, biting into it fiercely, bite after bite...