Evil Remnants of the Religion
The red sun hung overhead; the wilderness was utterly silent.
Suddenly, from a small road on the side of the official path, a man’s shout broke out.
“Stand still!”
“Quick, catch him; do not let that little wimp run!”
A short while later, a frail-looking woman dressed in a tattered dress limped out from the small path. Dirt covered her dress, and there was even a hole at her knee area. One could even see some blood stains.
The young woman was terrified, as she ran forward for her life. Time after time, she would turn her head around as if a bunch of devils were chasing after her.
Following closely behind her were naturally not some devil but three men. They were not that old, and the oldest among them was probably not even forty. From his appearance and clothing, he seemed like a nearby farmer.
The only unusual area was a white cloth on their heads and around their arms.
Ahhh!