บท 45: The old Wang Ba egg must die.

I stared at the old man, and he was certainly no longer human. Inside his body, a child was hysterically calling for help, trying to break free from a cage.

But he was bound by a barrier within the old man's body...

Besides the big black jar, there were many items belonging to women under the table: high heels, skirts, earrings...

All stained with blood...

Basically... the blood of virgins.

I looked at the old man with disbelief and pointed under the table as I spoke:

"Do you even know what you're doing? Not to mention it's illegal, what you're doing is against the natural order! When you die... not even the eighteenth level of Hell would be too much for you! Aren't you afraid of what comes after death?"

The old man was taken aback by my question and laughed: