The fatty suddenly remembered who the old ghost was after hearing his words, and his face once again showed a few shades of shock: "It's you, you old bastard, back then the Emperor's weapon screwed me over!"
"I couldn't help it, there was no money at the time, it was auctioned off, and in the end, I had to use a little trick to make you pay for it. But I didn't expect you to still remember this after so many years!" The old ghost chuckled, looking at the fatty with some amusement.
In ordinary times, this matter alone would have been enough to make enemies of the two of them, but at this moment, for the two of them, it was more about nostalgia, nostalgia for the carefree life in the past, unlike now being on the edge between life and death.
