C745 The Rampage of the Shadow Sisters

The old man who was holding my collarbone cried out, and immediately after, I smelled the stench of rotting corpses.

I retched a few times, thinking that the old man's tone was too strong.

The white-masked scholar, who was initially rolling and wailing on the ground, as well as his potbellied belly and disheveled face, charged towards me lively.

They were tearing at me, dragging me