"Really? I thought my acting was pretty good."

Shi Yu scratched his head, the writhing blue-black veins on his body resembling needles embedded in his flesh, withdrawing and then slithering back into the mouth of the ghost at the back of his head.

"What kind of old man is so annoying, calling others 'grandson'? I could slap you with Ghost Power, and what kind of frail old man can withstand that without even flinching?"

Qin Nuo glanced at him, speaking nonchalantly.