698, Escape into the New York sewer system

"fuck!"

Tom's face changed instantly.

His face was even whiter than the other person's.

"What the hell are you?"

Tom bellowed in anger, hastily trying to back away.

But he was already on the bed, especially in a half-kneeling position, so when he backed away, he lost his balance and fell onto the bed.

"Uh...ah..."

The ghostly entity's hands directly clutched Tom's throat tightly.

The faint eerie shadow also tried to burrow into Tom's body, but he couldn't see it at all.

Right now.

Tom was very clear that the thing he was dealing with was not human at all, most likely a corpse possessed by an Evil Spirit.

Otherwise, clapping for love and then changing face would be a bit too much!

"Am I fucking done for?"

Tom's throat was being choked, his face turning red from the strain, and he felt like he was about to be unable to breathe.

The feeling of blood rushing to his head was unpleasant.

And his entire body was engorged with blood.

His lower half was still blood-filled.