At this moment, the person asking the question saw the man crouching motionlessly in front of the lamp, feeling somewhat strange.
"Old Zhao, what are you doing squatting there?" he asked in a lowered voice.
Old Zhao didn't respond at all.
The questioner frowned slightly but didn't suspect anything, taking a step forward.
"Old Zhao, why aren't you speaking? If Mentor Lu sees you squatting here, you might get reprimanded."
As he spoke, he reached out to pat Old Zhao's shoulder, but just as his hand touched Old Zhao's shoulder.
Old Zhao suddenly turned his head, staring at this person with blood-red eyes.
The person was startled, but before he could let out a scream, Old Zhao bit his wrist.
With a crunch, Old Zhao bit through this person's wrist fiercely.
Blood spurted out, and then the person let out a miserable scream.
"Ahhhhh!"
Such a big commotion naturally attracted everyone's attention.
Lu You reacted the fastest, dashing forward.
