"Aaaaaah!"
Matt was pushed back in the crowd. He had only peeked inside tentatively before being terrified by what he saw and screamed.
He saw the miserable state of the innkeeper he had met, and followed the corpse's empty gaze to the wall.
The words, smeared with blood, still radiated a bright crimson, deeply impacting the hearts of everyone present.
Evil and profound.
It was as if a gate to the abyss had been opened to the world at this moment, releasing the demons that were imprisoned within.
Matt involuntarily shivered, feeling a wave of dizziness and a chill run through his body.
call.
It was as if an invisible force had gently blew a breath on the back of his neck.
!
!
Goosebumps instantly spread all over Matt's body. He turned his head in a panic, but saw nothing.
"What happened? Was Benson killed by his enemies?"
Matt was just a lowly patrolman who secretly accepted orders from his superior to meet with the innkeeper Benson and secretly transport some "goods" to the lords of the aristocratic circle.
He wasn't unaware of what those goods were, but he wasn't interested in their fate.
Don't meddle in things that aren't your business; if you do, you'll definitely get your hands on something!
Matt wasn't unaware that the current king disliked this kind of thing, but he didn't really care.
What is the true foundation of a country?
Is it that arrogant and conceited king?
Of course not, the real big shots in this country are the nobles.
Otherwise, look at how many kings have come and gone, and how many laws have been issued, yet those noble lords still do what they're supposed to do.
Has anything changed?
No!
Besides, these businesses, in which various companies have been involved, have been operating for hundreds of years. What could possibly go wrong?
Even if things go wrong, he's just a lowly soldier, and if something happens, his superiors will cover for him.
Another point is that Matt discovered that Benson, who was in contact with him, was very good at interpersonal relationships and would often provide him with some benefits.
In addition to some financial support, Benson would also give him many benefits that he had never had access to before.
For some well-trained, high-quality women, they might give him a key to a room before delivery so he can enjoy himself first.
Moreover, as long as he came this way, he could get meat at Benson's place, which was very attractive to a soldier from a poor tenant farmer background.
There are two reasons why he came today after hearing that the King's Guard would personally inspect the area.
On one hand, he was afraid that Benson would expose him, and on the other hand, he wanted to help him as much as possible, since the other party was a long-term meal ticket.
Surely the royal guards, who claim to be an army of justice, wouldn't kill a shop owner?
But he never expected that something like this would happen...
Benson could no longer betray himself, because he was dead.
Although it's a pity to lose a meal ticket, it's a good thing.
As long as Matt doesn't go around telling everyone, their secret relationship will remain a secret, which finally puts his mind at ease.
But at the same time, Matt also saw the hanging "flesh" with knife marks on them, as well as the bones and skulls scattered in the corner of the room.
"It can't be..."
Recalling the meat he had eaten every time he came here, Matt's stomach began to churn, and he was about to vomit.
The foul-smelling acid rushed to Matt's throat, forcing him to keep his mouth shut and breathe deeply through his nose, barely managing to avoid vomiting on the spot.
The discomfort gradually subsided, and just as he breathed a sigh of relief, he suddenly felt someone pat his shoulder from behind.
With a cold, icy hand!
What are you afraid of?
!
!
"Who is it! Who is speaking!?"
He turned around abruptly, but there was still nothing there.
"This mistake again... What is it!?"
Just when Matt thought it was just another illusion, this time it was different.
That's not an illusion.
In the room at that moment, there truly was a monster made of shadows, staring at him.
Matt saw it.
As if it were a hallucination, he seemed to see a pair of eyes opening in the shadows behind him.
Crimson red like blood, with chilling eyes that send shivers down your spine.
Crimson eyes were silently watching him.
"Ah ah..."
Matt wanted to shout, but his throat was gripped tightly by an invisible force, and he couldn't make a sound. He could only tremble and remain in place.
The next moment, a black shadow emerged from his shadow, eventually transforming into a black-robed figure whose face was obscured.
All that could be seen were a pair of eyes filled with a sneer, and within them...
winter.
Matt regained control of his body, staggered and fell, crawling backward in terror.
"There's a monster watching me!"
But no one responded.
"Can't you see it!?"
He looked at the king's soldiers who had been suppressing him, watching their silent, motionless backs.
What are you doing?!
Why isn't anyone saying anything!
Matt was suddenly pressed against his back, and when he reached back, he touched a sticky substance.
He turned around in a panic, only to find that he had somehow ended up on that wall, his body covered in crimson paint.
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