"...." Yang Ze rushed back to the place where he had tied the old man as fast as he could, but to his surprise, the old man wasn't there. The only thing left there were shattered vines along with traces of blood. Even the fingers that he chopped off weren't there.
The only traces of the old man left were the drag marks as well as the torn bandages carelessly thrown on the vines, which were still stained red with blood.
"How the hell?" Yang Ze couldn't help but look around, hoping to find any traces of the old man, but he found nothing. Forget about leaving any visible traces; the old man hadn't even left footprints. It was as if he had vanished into thin air.
