Chapter 216 - The Second Massacre (1/2)

“Miles!”

“Miles!”

A loud noise came from the square.

Miles was very happy when he heard his name coming from around him.

This was his first time appearing in front of everyone.

So he was not famous at first.

However, the other members of the previous competition had introduced him and praised his skateboarding skills. It was because of this that he was so popular now.

Miles took a deep breath.

He knew that this competition was very important to him.

This was his first appearance.

Therefore, he had to give everyone a shocking performance and show his most perfect side.

Only in this way would he have expectations for his future.

He closed his eyes and listened to the cheers around him. The passion in his heart was also stimulated.

The race soon began.

The surroundings quieted down and quietly watched his performance.

And those who had also participated in the race before also stared at Miles, looking forward to his performance.

The track was neither long nor short.

A person’s race time was also relatively short, so it was a test of skill.

However, this was not difficult for Miles.

As he rushed all the way, all kinds of difficult movements made the surroundings full of exclamations.

Miles was covered in sweat.

When he was about to reach the finish line, Miles’s eyes were firm.

Because when he was halfway there, he knew from the exclamations that he was stable this time, and he played very well.

Therefore, Miles was very excited now.

When he was about to reach the finish line, his eyes suddenly lit up and he saw his buddy, Flanders.

This discovery immediately made Miles’s heart more active.

He was prepared to treat this buddy to a good meal after the end.

Just as he was thinking about this.

The voices around him instantly changed.

“Ah!!”

“It’s that demon!!”

“Run!”

“Miles! Miles! Run!!”

Voices came from all directions, which made Miles confused.

What happened?

He was fine just now, but why did it suddenly become like this?

And… run?

What did it mean?

Countless thoughts flashed through Miles’s mind. He glanced at it from the corner of his eyes and found that there were people running around him, and they were running in the opposite direction.

Was there something in front of him?

Miles looked up in confusion.

However, just as he was about to look up, he suddenly felt as if his neck had been scratched by something. It was not painful or itchy.

Then.

He saw that his line of sight was getting higher and higher.

Higher and higher!

Then, he was stunned.

Because he seemed to see a familiar back. The clothes, pants, shoes, and skateboard under his feet were all very familiar.

He reacted.

This outfit, this skateboard, wasn’t this his own body?

Eh?

Where was his head? Why was his neck empty, and blood was spurting out?

This was…

In front of him stood a very tall scarecrow. It was thin and tall, holding a huge black scythe in its hand, and fresh blood was dripping from it.

Who was that?

Wasn’t it Flanders who was standing there earlier?

Where did he go?

Miles was surprised for a moment, but soon, he found the name of this figure in his mind.

Scarecrow?