DEATH PASSAGE
Chapter 7 Boiling Ice
The long journey they went through was finally over. The horse-drawn carriage they were riding stopped in front of the rough damp cave. The freezing air did not change. Since entering the cold forest path, the temperature had not changed. It's still the same as freezing through the skin.
“Finally until also” said Slimin. Smilingly. Stretch his body. Out of the horse-drawn carriage, staring at the blue sky.
Slimin also stepped foot into the dark cave which was their goal. There dozens of buffalo pulled over. The buffaloes moved their mouths. Looking blankly north. And the young green grass lies just under the face of those buffaloes. Pigoun is still quiet.
A cold wind suddenly slashed Slimin's entire body. Frozen him. But quickly his head doubted the origin of this wind. He saw someone standing right in front of the mouth of the cave. Swiping the white blade of the sword, not just wiping. It looks like it's cleaning the sword. The red stain imprinted on the white handkerchief that the tall man was using. But it wasn't the man Slimin was focusing on, but rather the dark, damp cave. Gaping like a creepy crocodile mouth.
“Hardness, did you feel it” Slimin asked. Looking at the man in the black hat.
“Of course” Kelar stared intently at that darkness.
“Cold, chilled” Pigoun embraces body. Awakening from the daydream. Step foot down that wagon. The flickering of the wagon held its weight. He approached the buffalo who was staring blankly.
“Hey, is this good?” Pigoun. A coincidence occurred, the silent buffalo suddenly scratched the back with horns. A few times, hold your head back.
“So it's not nice ya” Pigoun put back the grass in hand. The buffalo answered his words.
“What a fool does, gosh” said Slimin. Looking at the pigoun who spoke seriously to a buffalo.
“Just let him” Kelar laugh.
“What is this good for?” Pigoun asked the buffalo next door again.
“Hoi, Pigoun. That's not delicious. Come here” Slimin yells to call that blob friend. Couldn't bear to see the ridiculous behavior of Pigoun.Not the heart he had to see how stupid the stocky.
“So it's not good. Then what is it sasa” index finger leads to another grass. Which is being eaten by buffaloes.
“NO, IT'S ALL BAD. COME HERE” Slimin began to get upset. “DUMBASS, THE KIND OF MAN WHO EATS GRASS” patiently breaks into bombs.
Slimin ignored Gumpal Pigoun. He continued his steps towards the mouth of the cave. Fresh patches of blood were still wetting on the ground. Slimin smile. Smile humanity. On seeing it again a pair of human hands were lying just like that on sandy soil. Slimin widens the lips.
“Stop that stupid smile of yours Slimin” Kelar is getting pissed off.
“Eh, what's up, I don't smile” deny. The face said something else.
Slimin was increasingly convinced that Jack had decapitated someone. And he'll win that bet. Until they arrive at the headless corpse.
“Wahahahaha” Slimin laughs with satisfaction.
“Jack, very bad habits” said Kelar. Look at the body of the corpse.
“I told you he would definitely be scavenging people here” Slimin said. “Jack the pale bird” show themselves like a poem
“Yahaha. Dead man, dead” clothed man laughing from behind. And the grass green concerns on his teeth “is that delicious?”
“Of course not, plaque!!” One flutter landed on Pigoun's head.
“Hehe, gladly Kelar” skinny guy laughs. “Hei, Pigoun. Give mine” said Slimin to the clothed man. Rebuffing the tight little clothes on the body of the clothed man.
“This” one silver coin slid from his hand. While his eyes were looking at the man who had no head on the ground. “So whose hands are there” he said pointing to blood scattering on the rock.
“Own serge” says Jack. He swept his sword with a white handkerchief. Looking solemnly at the silver sword reflecting the face.
“Heh, Serge who? Aren't you asked to hire this alone” Slimin play around with the coin he just found.
“The boy who made that problem. The pretender will be a gang leader” Kelar smiled.
“Aaaah, the coward that” snapped his finger. Slimin recalled. Someone who always acts smart at every meeting. And strangely their Boss followed the advice Serge gave.
“Try to see who you cut this off” Slimin said. Look at the head that is separated from the body. “Eh, instead of him The rapist was” Slimin said.
“Stop this nonsense. So why are you guys late” Jack glanced sharply.
Makes Slimin a little dizzy. That question is not hard to answer. It is not difficult to give a reasonable reason. Remembering they also completed side tasks. But what made Slimin tremble was the gaze of Jack who was so cold. The three men know how Jack is if it gets them in negligence. Those blue eyes are so horrible.
“Hei-hey relax, I have something for you” Kelar said. “Pigoun” Kelar call, hear that
Pigoun.
“Hahaha helmet, helm” says the stocky. Patting the air by hand. A sack that looked heavy he took. Throw the sack right in front of Kelar and Jack.
Jack stared silently. Staring at Kelar with waiting explanation. Kelar put his hand in the sack and pulled out the contents. An Iron Helmet. Suddenly blue eyes lit up. Slimin who does not understand is silent in wonder. Ask him what's so special about that wreckage.
“White eagle castle, NIKMAR KILIN” he smiles. But a terrible smile. Like a stored grudge. Like anger ready to explode. Slimin could feel such a deep anger from the way Jack stared. Jack is heavy. Step forward. His hand was ready to slash. As fast as lightning the helmet split into two halves.
“Yes, lives are paid for. And revenge must be completed” said Kelar. The wide-hat man also settled seriously. Watching it made Slimin freeze. His mind was empty like a dry lake.
From the front, slightly away from the dark cave. The buffaloes are voiced “Moooaaah, rebellious moaaah” wants to escape. The aura Jack gave off was so big. Like a bloodthirsty monster.
“Hey, hey. Be calm. Calm” slowly a worker said, try to calm down.
The burning Jack would rage it glanced. He approached “Whispering once” he said. The pale-masked man looked extremely displeased. His emotions had taken over his calm self.
“Master, I'm sorry. I will try-“ never had time he said finished. The long sword had already ripped through the neck. The buffalo tried to run away. Rebelling. His leg was cut off by Jack. The buffalo is squirming on sandy soil. The buffalo shed his tears, so as to keep Jack busy with blame
the boy who tried to calm the buffalo.
Jack looked at pity “It's your fault, Nikmar” he slammed his long sword right through the buffalo's brain. “Hahahaha. NIKMART. YOU'LL DIE IN MY HANDS”
Far from the cold fog. Two pairs of eyes saw all their movements like a supervisor's drought in a prison.Something unknown. Hiding with a hidden plan.
