The old man ignored Fang Shuwen, his eyes vicious, a faint red glint shining from within.
His bones popped and cracked without pause.
He lunged forward in a flash, his fingers shaped like a blade as he aimed straight for Fang Shuwen's throat.
But just as he came within three inches of Fang Shuwen's throat, he stopped dead.
At some point, Fang Shuwen had caught his withered wrist.
The old man's eyes flew open. True Qi surged through his body and his bones began to crack again, yet he remained utterly unable to break free from Fang Shuwen's grip.
"Your bones... They're quite interesting."
Fang Shuwen squeezed slightly, and a look of terror washed over the old man's face.
"Impossible! How can you be crushing my bones?"
Fang Shuwen ignored him. As he slightly loosened his grip, he felt the skeletal old man's wrist bone regenerating at an astonishing rate.
Realization dawned on him.
'I heard from Chen Yan that the Hundred Ghosts Hall has a total of four Ghost Kings.'
