Then he ordered his men to pull away all the living corpses.

A group of living corpses let out a shrill scream:

"Let me die! Let me die!"

"Please, don't bury me alive! Let me die!"

"Lord Collector, please! Please forgive me!"

But they were quickly thrown into an oncoming garbage truck and taken away.

At the same time, the collector grabbed the heads floating around him, sorted them one by one and carefully put them into the suitcase, and then walked away with the suitcase.

The Calgary janitor mustered up the courage to shout from a distance:

"Lord Collector, may I ask you...where are you going? Do you need any followers to follow you?"

He had just conveyed the Collector's order to Netherworld and Blood Pearl, who were on a cleaning mission. It would be troublesome if he couldn't contact the Collector later.

I saw the Master Collector looking at Cal City in the dark night in the distance, with an expression of compassion, and said slowly:

"I'm going to cleanse the sins in the night..."
Chapter completed!