The pale old strange man smiled benignly at Wu He, but in his smile, there was an unusual cold frost, harboring a sharp evil qi.
Wu He laughed with a yin-yang strangeness: "What? Do I need to explicitly point out that on this White Jade Square, apart from me and Feng Wenjun, who else here counts as human?"
Swish—
Upon hearing this, a trace of killing intent erupted from both the pale old strange man and Yin Jiuling simultaneously.
Lin Bai's eyes narrowed as well, looking coldly at Wu He and speaking.
The pale old strange man said: "Brother Wu He, what do you mean by this?"
Wu He chuckled lightly: "Since you insist on questioning me, I'll just say it. But don't get angry and embarrassed later."
"Here, there are six of us in total. Other than Feng Wenjun and me, who else can be considered human?"
"Yin Jiuling? Just a demon who crawled back from hell."
"And you, the pale old strange man, you're in your twenties but have the body of a centenarian."
