"Tang De-Rogsel, nice to meet you."
The sorcerer-ghoul extended a skeletal hand before Fang Hong. It resembled a specimen Fang Hong had seen in nature class, with the distal phalanges of the little finger and ring finger missing, making it look like a piece was evenly missing from left to right.
He sat on the bed, hesitated slightly, and then extended his hand to shake the other's. But the other had already swiftly withdrawn his hand and let out a series of cackling laughter from an empty upper and lower jaw:
"Okay, actually I don't like the living touching me, so this was just a formality."
Fang Hong's hand hung in the air, speechlessly looking at the other.
Tang Xin chuckled coldly from the side: "Well, my brother saved touching something dirty, so he won't have to wash his hands later."
