Chapter 138: Primordial Chaos and the Hungry Ghosts of Extre

alley woke up.A rocking chair sat in front of the wooden house, and an old man with white hair was dozing on it."What's the fuss about" he mumbled grumpily, his eyes still closed.This text is empty."B...omething, and its speed abruptly slowed.There was a faint sound in my ears, and I felt a growing sense of disgust.Let me know if you have any other text you'd like translated!He, who had already exper...