"Is the God of Death present?" Kegemo asked the crowd.
"God of Death?" Cheng Weiwei and the others looked at each other in confusion, who was the God of Death?
Kegemo frowned, was the God of Death not here? Or had he already left?
Just then, everyone saw Hao Jian step forward, an eyebrow raised, as he asked Kegemo, "Are you looking for me?"
Cheng Weiwei and the others were shocked, Hao Jian was actually the God of Death? What was his background, and why was he called the God of Death?
At that moment, Cheng Weiwei and the rest had some guesses in their minds, it wasn't without reason that Cheng Weiwei's grandfather asked Hao Jian to protect Cheng Weiwei's safety; this guy was definitely no ordinary person.
Of course, no ordinary person would be called the God of Death.
Kegemo looked Hao Jian up and down, and after sensing the acrid smell of blood on him, he also confirmed his identity and knelt down with a thud.
"What are you doing?" Hao Jian frowned, asking somewhat oddly.
