C1893 Ghost of Death(2)

"Ah? He has always been loyal to you!"

"I have no choice, just like you now."

As he spoke, the emaciated old man suddenly closed in, and his fingers that were like chicken claws had already grabbed onto Sanbon Tarō's throat.

Sanbon Tarō had never felt so close to the god of death, and as the force of the emaciated palm continued to increase, Sanbon Tarō struggled with all his limbs in vain