I struggled hard, and stopped swinging the dagger in my hand to try to stop their attack.

But it didn't work much.

The rats were still frantically pounced on me, gnawing hard at my skin.

After a while, I saw that the flesh on my thighs had been gnawed clean.

Only the deep white bones remained......

Chapter 137 of "The Coffin Maker" It's all an illusion It's in the middle of the hand, please wait a while,

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