The man called Tan Ge glanced at him, his face impassive. "Yes," he said.,In City A, the Black-faced God of Death is a figure known to all. Those who fall into his hands are tortured beyond recognition...,“I’m not Miss An, you have the wrong person.” An Taotao couldn’t hold back anymore, struggling. “You were tricked by that old geezer from the An family! If you take me back, Ninth Master will definitely blame you!”。