The woman's headless body staggered forward twice before finally falling to the ground.

Shaking the blood off the dagger, Ron stepped on the motionless corpse of the woman.

Then he turned and walked in the direction where the boy was hiding.

With a 'bang', he kicked the lid that blocked the boy, and he looked down at the little guy whose face was pale and trembling.

The oil lamp on the table in the room was still burning silently, and the shadow of Ron's body covered the boy's entire body.

His originally thin body was as hideous and terrifying as a demon in the eyes of the young man at this time.

"What's your name. Ron's voice rang out in the silent room.

"Kikidd, sir. The boy's teeth chattered.

"Well, Kidd, you don't have to be so nervous. ”

Seeing the young man's appearance, Ron smiled and put the cross sword in his hand back into his waist, and he pulled a chair to sit in front of the young man at random.

"Now let's talk about something, there are a few of you here. ”

"There were seven of them. ”

"Seven?"

Ron looked at the two corpses on the ground, plus the man he had killed earlier and the boy in front of him, there were only four people in total.

That is, there are three more outside.

"Good. Ron smiled with satisfaction and asked. "What's the name of your organization and what does it do?"

"We Are"

Just as the boy was about to say something, he suddenly opened his mouth wide and let out a soft 'hiss' sound in his throat.

His bloodshot eyes stared at Ron's back, as if he had seen something terrifying there.

"Huh?"

Seeing the boy's strange appearance, Ron was slightly stunned, and was about to turn around, when suddenly he felt as if he was being targeted by something on his back.

It was a slippery, sticky nausea sensation, and suddenly, a strong chill rose from his heart

The whole scalp felt numb as if it had been electrified, so that he didn't dare to turn around at all.

"Ho-ho"

The young man in front of him slowly spewed out a thick white foam from his open mouth, and a smell of blood mixed with corpse stench rushed towards Ron.

"Damn !!"

In this strange atmosphere, Ron's eyes suddenly flashed with cold sweat on his forehead, and the left hand holding the short sword made a 'creaking' sound because of the force.

"Die!!"

With a 'bang', he stood abruptly, his dagger shooting lightning towards his back.

'Bang!!'

A red spark flashed, and the oil lamp on the tabletop that had been burning suddenly went out.

In an instant, darkness struck!

This was followed by a frenzied sound of attacks and falling objects.

The sound lasted for a full ten minutes before it slowly stopped, followed by a violent wheezing sound.

Long.

'Snort'

A flame rekindled in the darkness.

Ron, holding the torch, looked around with a pale face, and the ground was a mess except for two corpses.

The whole room seemed to have gone through a violent storm, and there was not a single thing intact, and there were marks of chopping everywhere.

Ron saw his entire dagger deep into the walls of the room, but there was nothing there.

"Hell yes!!"

Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, Ron's gaze turned to the young man's body.

At this time, he found that the young man was already sitting crookedly on the ground, his eyes were bloodshot, and his chest was a yellow-brown foam, and he looked extremely frightened.

He looked at the corpse in disbelief, remembering what the woman had said earlier.

A strange and ridiculous feeling hangs over me.

"Are you really going to die?"

For a moment, a faint sense of fear rose in Ron's heart.

He walked over to the wall, drew his dagger from it, and put it back into his waist, where he saw a stack of loose papers on the table.

Without looking, Ron directly put it all on his chest, and then slowly exited the room.

Glancing at the three corpses on the ground again, he jerked the torches in his hands.

The torch seemed to touch the fabric inside, and the flames immediately spread out.

Then, Ron turned around and walked away quickly.

A minute later.

Ron's figure reappears in the grove.

After glancing at the still-peaceful grove, he headed back.

At this point, a morning had passed since the soldier was found.

Quickly weaving through the woods, Ron had a complicated look in his eyes.

"Hopefully the man hasn't been discovered by anyone else. ”......

Two hours later.

Reaching the wasteland as fast as he could, Ron saw that the two abandoned black horses were nestled together and nibbling on the grass on the ground.

The man's body on the ground was still lying there, but it was crawling with tiny bugs and ants.

Glancing at the two horses next to him, Ron walked over to the corpse and groped for it.

After a long time, he straightened up, and in his hand there was an additional wooden card and a black money bag that he had seen earlier.

Inside the money bag were several silver coins and two red ordinary stones.

After playing with the stones, Ron's gaze turned to the wooden card in his hand.

I don't know what kind of wood this wooden sign is made of, it has a hard metal feel, and the front is engraved with a simple pattern of a black flying bird.

On the back of the wooden plaque is a series of strange graphics, which seem to be words, but they are not the Gothic language he recognizes.

"Black birds?"

Staring at the front of the wooden sign, Ron frowned slightly.

Because things suddenly became a little weird, he didn't really look into the passage under the woods, and he didn't know if the three men had the same wooden tag around their waists.

However, this thing may be the special mark of the unknown organization.

For Nick's framing, Ron unconsciously seems to have pulled out something amazing.

After a moment of silence, he dug a pit with his sword and simply buried the body, then disposed of all traces around it.

Ron then quickly found the body of the fleeing soldier in the first place.

The soldier's armor was covered with dense scratches, but the fatal wound was a row of bloody holes in his head, which seemed to have been smashed by the man with a mace.

After tying the corpse of the soldier to a horse, he also rode a horse and quickly left the ......

In the woods where Ron found as he headed back in the direction of the militia camp.

At this moment, a tall figure wearing a black leather wallet appeared on the passage that had been burned to ashes.

The temperature was still extremely high inside the tunnel, and the rising thermals blew out some fine ashes.

The figure's face was hideous, and its eyes were blood-red.

With heavy breathing, his gaze swept over the silent woods.

"Who did it!??"