Don’t Blubber, Losers (IV)
Redakteur: Nyoi-Bo Studio
As soon as he spoke, an arrow penetrated the chest of a man who was standing far away from the leader.
"Urgh—"
People looked at the man as his trembling hands touched his body. The force shook his heart and broke it into pieces. Blood flowed from the lying corpse to the soil.
The dead man's eyes were so round, it was as if they were staring at a monster that had killed him. The scene sent chills down the other's spines. Are there really ghosts around here?
"You're all grown up men, and you're afraid of ghosts?" shouted the leader to remind them of their common sense. He held up his blade, walked towards where the arrow came from, and cut down all the bushes in his way.
Strangely, he could find no traces of living people. Where did the enemy shoot from?