Bronte's facial features were completely distorted. He looked hideous and terrifying. In the end, he couldn't even compare to his eyes when he died. His two eyeballs were completely bloodshot, as if he had contracted pinkeye disease. He glared fiercely at Chapman and the others.
"Don't look at me. It wasn't me who caused your death. It was the Death Inquisitor!"
"If you become a ghost, you must help us get out of here alive!"
"Yeah, we didn't do this to you. If you feel wronged, go to the Death Inquisitor and kill him to avenge yourself."
The three of them spoke in a low voice. Their faces were filled with fear, so much so that they had even forgotten the pain on their hands.
