Chapter 873: Danzo's Despair
Danzo sat on the muddy bed of his cell, hunched over, his face withered, his single eye vacant.
His head full of white hair had already become bald. His aged face was covered in wrinkles like bark, and his body exuded an aura of death and decay!
Since coming here, every quiet night, Danzo's ambitions, Danzo's hatred, Danzo's dreams, were like maggots gnawing at his flesh, devouring his soul!
That feeling, unbearable pain, is worse than death!
In just a few years of prison life, the once powerful Danzo was tortured beyond recognition!
“Long time no see, Danzo.” Orochimaru stood outside the cell, staring at the old man through the iron bars with a smirk that was neither a smile nor a grin.
Danzo looked up, his single eye dull as he gazed at the armless figure outside.
“Who… are you?” Danzo spoke, his voice hoarse, low, and weak.
‘I am still the same young man from before, while you have decayed, half-stepped into the Pure Land…’ Orochimaru emitted his characteristic eerie and cold laughter.