C180 Wangshui chong sheng

As the arm bones emerged from the backpack of the man closest to me, there was a faint smell of rotting flesh.

The sudden appearance of the arm bones startled me.

I looked at him in horror, screamed, and backed away.

Because the hand bones were gripping my arm, as I moved away from the man, not only did I take it out of the man's backpack