Clumsy Beast, Keep Your Paws Off novel Chapter 816

Chapter 816: Chapter 816: The Old Man Was Pretending All Along

Rong Ye and An Mo had never been known for having much patience, especially when it concerned Su Qinglan. The moment they caught up with the old man on the quiet forest road, neither of them bothered with pleasantries.

"What did you tell her?!" Rong Ye growled.

An Mo’s expression remained colder than ice. He walked over, his tall shadow looming over the old man. "Speak."

The old man lay completely motionless on the grass, refusing to answer.

An Mo’s eyes narrowed dangerously. "Still pretending?" He grabbed the old man by his dusty collar, hauling him up with one hand.

Bang!

Another heavy punch connected, throwing the old man’s body several meters away. Dust rose thick from the ground.

Rong Ye followed immediately, stepping into the cloud of dust. "Tell us what you said to her!"

Silence. The old man didn’t say a single word. Not even a groan escaped his lips.

Rong Ye’s expression darkened. He walked right up to him. "Are you deaf? Or are you deliberately refusing to speak?"

Still nothing.

An Mo exchanged a tense glance with Rong Ye; silence descended on the woods. The old man hadn’t moved an inch.

Rong Ye’s brows slowly furrowed. "Did we..."

An Mo’s expression shifted. "...kill him?"

Neither of them spoke. They looked at each other. They had been furious, but neither had actually intended to murder an ancient stranger. After all, despite looking incredibly frail, the old man was still a beastman.

Beastman bodies were exceptionally durable; even an elder shouldn’t die from a simple beating.

At least... they hadn’t thought he would. But the old man had been lying there far too long without breathing.

Rong Ye’s expression grew complicated. "Don’t tell me..."

An Mo glared at him. "Did you kill him?"

"I didn’t mean to! You hit him too!"

"You punched him first!"

The two stood over the body, arguing back and forth. Finally, Rong Ye cautiously walked closer, nudging the old man’s side with the tip of his feet.

"Hey. Are you alive or dead?"

No response. Rong Ye nudged him again. "Old man?"

Silence.

An Mo stepped up and looked down. The old man lay flat on his back, eyes closed, completely lifeless. For several long seconds, neither beastman knew what to say.

Then...

"Hahahahaha!"

The old man suddenly sat bolt upright!

Both beastmen froze mid-step. The old man threw his head back and laughed loudly at the sky. "Hahahaha!"

Rong Ye’s face instantly darkened to match the night sky, while An Mo’s expression turned frigid.

The old man laughed until tears welled up at the corners of his eyes. Then, he slowly twisted his hunched shoulder.

Crack.

He cracked his neck.

Crack.

He flexed his thin arm.

Crack. Crack.

He let out a deep, dramatic sigh. "Still not dead... What a pity."

Rong Ye glared at him, his veins popping. "You..."

The old man glanced up at them, wiping a tear from his eye. "You young men are truly ruthless! Look at these old bones of mine!" He rubbed his waist dramatically.

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