|| Chapter 229 || A Pitiful Reunion

"Moulin!"

The warning was delayed. Moulin turned only to face a dagger rapidly aiming towards his throat. He could not dodge in time. His body had become sluggish and was impossible for him to evade it fast.

However, he felt an invisible force yank him to the side.

Splash!

He fell into the pool of blood and corpses. Red splattering on his exquisite face.

It was brief. Too faint to be heard, but Moulin could hear it loud and clear.

The sound of a blade stabbing flesh. The sound of blood spewing.

A sharp groan.

A thud.