Chapter: 37
A bewildered expression appeared on the children�s faces.
That was then.
�AHGH!�
Suddenly, a child shrieked.� Yeom Iljung snapped his head towards the child in surprise.
�What�s wrong?�
�S� Something bit my foot..�.
Thud!
The screaming child did not speak and stepped back. When the torch illuminated the child�s face, his face had turned black and foam started to form in his mouth.
�Huh?�
Thump!
Then they heard something creeping into the darkness.
Yeom Iljung held the torch towards the area the sound was heard, but there was nothing there.�
�Ugh!�
Then another child screamed.
When Yeom Iljung turned his head quickly, he saw his henchman already lying on the floor. And then came the sight of a black object moving rapidly.
The black shadow moved in an instant and moved behind the last boy�s back.
�You bastard!��
The boy who was the target of the black shadow swung his fist. Like the other children, it was a fist covered in someone else�s blood. While he�s not as remarkable at anything else, he was confident enough to make a fist.
His fists were sharp and elaborately aimed at the black shadow�s head.
But at that moment, the black shadow�s head flickered like a candle in the wind and disappeared from view.
�K-Kughkek!�
Then the boy suddenly found himself unable to breathe. The black shadow quickly appeared behind him and stuck to his back like a cicada.
The black shadow was Pyo-wol.�
Pyo-wol�s strong arms were wrapped around the boy�s neck like a snake. The boy�s face turned white in an instant. The blood vessels in the neck are blocked and the blood supply to the brain is cut off.
�You bastard! Let Jongha go!�
Yeom Il-jung pointed a torch at the Pyo-wol and yelled.�
The strong light created dark shadows on Pyo-wol�s face. The dark shade made the Pyo-wol�s impression more intense.
There was a glimmer of fear in the eyes of Yeom Iljung, who was looking at Pyo-wol. The fear that he had struggled to suppress was instantly revived when he saw Pyo-wol. This kind of fear is like mold, and no matter how much you scrub and wipe it, it will grow and pollute your mind.
There was a mixture of embarrassment, confusion and fear in his remaining eye.
It was because in an instant, all the children who came with him were mercilessly attacked by Pyo-Wol. The fact that he did not even see how Pyo-wol used to suppress the children further amplified his fear. JrNovels.com
That was then.
�AHGH!�
Suddenly, a child shrieked.� Yeom Iljung snapped his head towards the child in surprise.
�What�s wrong?�
�S� Something bit my foot..�.
Thud!
The screaming child did not speak and stepped back. When the torch illuminated the child�s face, his face had turned black and foam started to form in his mouth.
�Huh?�
Thump!
Then they heard something creeping into the darkness.
Yeom Iljung held the torch towards the area the sound was heard, but there was nothing there.�
�Ugh!�
Then another child screamed.
When Yeom Iljung turned his head quickly, he saw his henchman already lying on the floor. And then came the sight of a black object moving rapidly.
The black shadow moved in an instant and moved behind the last boy�s back.
�You bastard!��
The boy who was the target of the black shadow swung his fist. Like the other children, it was a fist covered in someone else�s blood. While he�s not as remarkable at anything else, he was confident enough to make a fist.
His fists were sharp and elaborately aimed at the black shadow�s head.
But at that moment, the black shadow�s head flickered like a candle in the wind and disappeared from view.
�K-Kughkek!�
Then the boy suddenly found himself unable to breathe. The black shadow quickly appeared behind him and stuck to his back like a cicada.
The black shadow was Pyo-wol.�
Pyo-wol�s strong arms were wrapped around the boy�s neck like a snake. The boy�s face turned white in an instant. The blood vessels in the neck are blocked and the blood supply to the brain is cut off.
�You bastard! Let Jongha go!�
Yeom Il-jung pointed a torch at the Pyo-wol and yelled.�
The strong light created dark shadows on Pyo-wol�s face. The dark shade made the Pyo-wol�s impression more intense.
There was a glimmer of fear in the eyes of Yeom Iljung, who was looking at Pyo-wol. The fear that he had struggled to suppress was instantly revived when he saw Pyo-wol. This kind of fear is like mold, and no matter how much you scrub and wipe it, it will grow and pollute your mind.
There was a mixture of embarrassment, confusion and fear in his remaining eye.
It was because in an instant, all the children who came with him were mercilessly attacked by Pyo-Wol. The fact that he did not even see how Pyo-wol used to suppress the children further amplified his fear. JrNovels.com
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