Wang Xiawei was astonished.
This wasn't like Brother Yue at all.
In the past, whether it was a roommate or just an ordinary classmate, if anything happened, Jiang Yue would never stand by and do nothing.
But today, Brother Yue was actually sitting by and doing nothing—and even stopping him from going over to help?
Was he still angry because Old Yu hadn't joined them for dinner that day?
Brother Yue didn't seem like the petty sort.
Old Yu stared blankly ahead, staggering about like a soulless walking corpse. He looked around in a daze, his eyes empty and unfocused.
Wang Xiawei realized something was wrong, too!
Those eyes were nothing like a normal person's.
Even someone born with an intellectual disability still had a human spark in their eyes. Old Yu's eyes were like those of a dead fish, its pale belly turned up!
Just then, something even more unbelievable happened right before everyone's eyes.
As Old Yu staggered along, the skin on his body was like a thin sheet of window paper. With a series of soft pops, it began splitting apart. The wind blew, and it peeled away in strips.
An indescribably eerie sight unfolded before everyone, absurd and impossible.
As Old Yu walked, fine, dark-blue cracks appeared across his cheeks, arms, torso, and every other part of his body.
The cracks kept widening.
At last, his skin could no longer withstand the tension. It split open again and again.
As the skin broke like a layer of torn window paper, it peeled off Old Yu in flakes, like plaster falling from a wall.
In an instant, all that remained of the walking Old Yu was a skeleton.
Yes, his desiccated skin had split apart, and there was nothing inside but bones!
His muscles, blood, and organs—all