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The Blood Clan Ghost glared outside, full of anger.
It was filled with disdain and resentment for the Necromancer before it.
"Little thing, how long can you keep me confined? Sooner or later, my clan will communicate with the Association, and they will release me. When that time comes, I'll flay your skin and hang you up, collecting your blood drop by drop."
Even as a Ghost, having fallen into the hands of the Necromancer,
it still behaved extremely arrogantly.
This was completely different from 'interrogating' the other ghosts.
Whether it was the soul of the level 18 Island Master, or the soul of the Great Fist Master of the Heaven Destiny Cult, even though they also made threats, they did not dare to be too brazen.
But the Blood Clan Ghost before him was behaving as if it had nothing to fear.
Even if it was just a ghost and even if it had been captured, it wasn't worried at all, at most it would be locked up for a while.
