Monk Kan
編集者: Atlas Studios
Hiu!
An arrow pierced through the silence of the forest, startling countless birds.
The arrow, with fire on it, tore open the hazy darkness of the night and illuminated the rugged mountain road. There was also a figure jumping on the mountain road in a panic. It was a fat, sloppy monk.
Although he was a monk, he had a short buzz cut, and his hair was full of lice. It was disgusting to look at him. There was no telling whether his body was made of straw or straw, but as he ran, bits and pieces of peanuts, pig trotters, dog legs, beef, wine bags, and so on fell down. Yet, he was still in the mood to pick them up. He picked up a dog leg and stuffed it into his mouth.
From the looks of it, even if he was a monk, he was a monk who did not abide by the rules and did not care about his own life when eating meat.