C174 The Master of the Cult of the Rotting Hand

"There are over a hundred Corpse Demon Pills here; I've only recently finished refining them," the bald old man declared. "Each of you take one. Anyone who refuses won't be leaving this place alive!"

The tall and thin old man shook his head in distress. "Big brother, can't you see the error of your ways?"

"Enough of your prattle," the bald old man retorted icily. "If you won't eat it