Chapter 15 There are always some fools in the world

The bearded man's head drooped slightly as he reached up to grab the arrow that had embedded itself in his throat, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"Heh, heh."

He tried to say something, but as words reached his throat, his voice involuntarily shifted into a kind of exhausted low chuckle, replete with both eeriness and ferocity.

Feeling life slip away rapidly, the bearded man's instincts told him to pull the trigger, intent on taking his target down with him, but by then his fingers had stiffened, rendering him incapable of action.

Gurgle.

A string of black blood bubbles emerged from his mouth.

The bearded man's body stiffened, going utterly silent.

The bubbles joined into a flow, tracing a path down from his mouth.

Dark as ink, they sent shivers down the spine of all those who saw.

The arrow was poisoned!

And with a kind of violent poison at that!

Contact with blood meant instant death!