Chapter: 2018

Wol Gwi let out a desperate scream.

The wounds inflicted by the Soul-Reaping Thread were as small as needle pricks, but the pain was unbelievably intense.

The agony was so overwhelming that Wol Gwi, who prided himself on enduring pain, couldn�t help but cry out.

Pyo-wol knelt down on one knee and looked into Wol Gwi�s face.

Tears and mucus were streaming down Wol Gwi�s face.

�P-Please, spare me.�

He pleaded with Pyo-wol for his life.

Pyo-wol smirked slightly.

In an instant, Wol Gwi�s eyes twitched. He had a sense of what Pyo-wol was about to say, and his expectation was not wrong.

�Weren�t you taught to kill yourself if you failed in a mission?�

�Well��

�That�s what I was taught.�

Those were the last words Wol Gwi heard before he died.�

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Yeom Hee-soo furrowed her brows.

She tossed and turned for a moment before opening her eyes.

Even though she had slept on a top-quality bed, she felt uncomfortable. This was the first time she experienced such a situation, so Yeom Hee-soo opened her eyes with an irritated expression.

�What on earth?�

Thinking that she should ask the innkeeper, she sat up.

The moment she touched the bed, she felt a damp sensation.

Startled, she looked at her hand and saw it covered in red liquid.

�Blood?�

The scent of blood pricked her nose.

Someone�s fresh blood was clearly present.

Yeom Hee-soo hastily lifted the blanket. And there, in the middle of the blood-soaked bed, she saw a long object.

�A hand?�

It was a severed forearm.

In an instant, she recognized it immediately. She knew who it belonged to.

�Wol Gwi.�

It was undoubtedly the arm of Wol Gwi, her loyal subordinate. JrNovels.com