Chapter 15 00015 split in half. (1/2)

The Deadmen are sneaking towards us, sniffing their noses. Skin is torn apart and rattled, with rotten bones on its face. It gives a grotesque impression.

And I was terrified of the eyes of the children watching them. Until the day before, they were ordinary people, but in less than a day's time, they asked me to look at Deadman and expect prudent behavior.

Grrrrrrr. Grrrrrrrrr.

The dead man at the front cries. Seeing the slow pace, it doesn't look like it's stuck yet. However, I frowned as I watched one at the end of the room turn to the other with a cry. Treating three animals at the same time like this is like crossing the water.

Grrrrrrr. Grrrrrrrrr.

Every time the Deadman cries, the trees feel less trembling. Let's turn our heads. It was Ansol. She's trembling heavily, leaning against the tree.

Tra ns la t ed by Ｊpmt l.ｃ o m Ugh. Ugh.

With the sound of the grass drawn, two dead men soon reached the tree line. Those who pause and tilt their heads begin to slowly advance again. The perimeter of the tree that we are currently leaning on is quite large, so I send a signal to the group. Every time the Deadman moves a step, we move to the side just as much. Deadmen are more likely to take it right away if they suddenly turn to the side, but they tend to be straightforward at best, so there's a chance they won't.

One step closer. One step at a time.

One step closer. One step at a time.

One step closer. One step at a time.

Let's repeat that three or four times. We were halfway around the tree one day, and Deadman also entered the line where we could see where we were before.

Everyone around us was quiet enough to kill the sound of breath. As he shakes his head and looks around, Deadman bursts into disgruntled tears and starts walking slowly forward again. It was about time we had some relief on everyone's face that we just had to hang on a little longer in this state.

T ran slat e d b y jpｍ t l.ｃ om Tick, tick, tick!

“Suck!”

Ansol, who tightly closed his eyes trembling all over his body, eventually made a sound by teasing his feet. You bend your head and see a small branch that she broke. She lets out a loud, loud scream that can't hide her screams. Eventually, Satan was born.

Grrrrrrr! Grrrrrrrrr! Grrrrrrr!

The deadman's crying starts to get louder. The group hears that sound and can't move. Their footsteps get quicker and quicker, and they pull out their hideous faces along the perimeter of the tree where we've been hiding. I'm stuck.

“Rrrrghhh!”

“Ugh! Ugh! ”

Suddenly, the Deadman lunges with his red teeth wide open. Ansol ended up screaming. Since Ahn-hyun was covering his mouth with one hand, it did not sound louder than I thought, but at least the three around him clearly heard it.

The moment of the incision. At the same time, I aimed for a crossbow, and Ahn Hyun raised his left hand to defend himself and Ansol's body. The dead man and Ahn Hyun's shield clashed as they pushed their faces forward.

Bang!

I heard a crash and saw An-hyun's body swing. Fortunately, the defense succeeded, but the Deadman took a step back. The nerves were dispersed while protecting the brush with your right hand. And as I watched the subsequent Deadman rush forward, I quickly tried to pull the crossbow protest. And at that moment, the thought of passing through the brain, I lowered the crossbow that had aimed at my head slightly and then fired the arrow.

'One or two is not enough.'

The crossbow, flying with a ping, pierces the chest of the second runner, Deadman. While the Deadman was rattling, I immediately pulled out a longsword tied to my waist.

“An-hyun! Send your brother this way! And use this sword! ”

An-hyun turned his back on the Deadman charging towards him. He pushed the anvil toward me while simultaneously extending his right hand.

T r a ns la t ed by jp m t l .ｃ o ｍ “Then please! ”

At the end of An-hyun's words, the dead men took a few steps back from the shield shock again, but in the meantime, they pushed him toward me. She sprints towards me as if slipping, and I throw my sword in the direction that makes An-hyun as comfortable as possible. Longsword and anvil intersect midway. I could hear Reason Jung and Gimhanbyol's urgent voice behind me, holding Ansol running almost like a fall safely.

“Behind you! ”

“Watch your back! ”

'I know.'

When I look back, the dead man who turned the other way was running behind me. For the unsub, this may be a fleeting moment, but my cognitive cortex has already surpassed his. In just two seconds, I loaded a crossbow and aimed for the glabella. And fire.

Puck!

This time, the arrow dug into Deadman's head without any pressure, because it was aiming for his eyebrows.

“Huh…. Oww... Oww... ”