Be Spoiled After Rebirth (Selena and Osvaldo) novel Chapter 1684

Chapter 1684: First Encounter III

The young man lowered his head, looking at the lifeless body on the ground. With wide eyes, he silently stared at the snowflakes falling from the sky. Traces of struggle and despair remained on his face.

In the depths of his devilish eyes, there seems to be something wanting to overflow.

Life... turns out to be such a fragile thing.

He vaguely sensed that he seemed to have lost something at the moment of killing this person.

But thinking about the little thing behind him, if "he" dies, there will never be a second one again.

Almost at the moment when this thought intruded into his mind, the emotions in the young man's eyes disappeared without a trace.

With the bloodstained knife in his hand, he moved past the lifeless body on the ground, resolutely advancing towards the next person. The four bodies of the patrolling guards fell to the ground, splattering the snow with a spray of crimson.

"No one was alarmed."

The boy arrived in front of the largest tent and looked at the people who had fallen all over the ground.

At this time, it is the best opportunity to leave with that child.

However...

These people are just drunk, they will soon wake up.

Once they were caught and captured by them, whether it was him or the child, their fate would be sealed without a doubt.

The knife in the young boy's hand, dripping with blood, seemed to tremble slightly.

A few seconds later, suddenly it stabilized again.

The boy lifted his feet and walked into the tent.

The blizzard that had already stopped suddenly grew bigger again in this moment.

A strong smell of blood emanated from the tent, accompanied by the howling wind outside, as if ghosts were celebrating and cheering for something in the icy snow.

The Grim Reaper descends upon the drunken dream, silently reaping one life after another.

The black-haired, black-eyed boy walked all the way.

The sound of a severed windpipe, intertwined with the howling of the blizzard, silently vanished into an unknown corner, away from the knowledge of others.

Finally, someone was awakened by the overwhelming smell of blood.

The man opened his eyes with a start and was just about to speak when he saw the young boy standing before him, looking down from above.

The young man with black clothes and black hair, terrifyingly pale complexion, fingers without a trace of blood color, was holding a gun and aiming it at his face.

The man froze for a moment.

He raised his hands and stared into the young man's dark, chaotic eyes, trembling as he spoke, "I'll let you go, spare me..."

The man begged for mercy while secretly reaching for the gun hidden on his body, "I have a wife and children to support, please don't kill me..."

And at the moment when he was about to draw out his gun--

The young man in front of me suddenly pulled the trigger.

With a "bang" sound--

The man had a hole in his forehead and his eyes were wide open, completely frozen in place.

The sound of gunfire startled the people who were still alive inside the tent.

Startled awake in the corner, a woman covered in dirt and grime, her eyes fell upon the lone figure of a black-clad young man, the gun in his hand, and the scattered bodies strewn across the ground...