The night was deep.
All was silent.
Occasionally, a breeze rustled the leaves.
In the deep mountains of Monkey Country,
there was a village.
It seemed simple and rustic, but those with experience could clearly smell a hint of blood in the air.
This was definitely not an ordinary village.
Outside the village, dark figures flitted past, unnoticed and unseen.
A few people guarding outside the village chatted casually.
"You know, it's a bit too quiet in the forest today!"
"Exactly, there aren't even any insect or bird calls. It's a bit strange!"
"What's so strange about it, it's just quiet for a moment, saves us the trouble! We have weapons, what's there to worry about!"
"True!" The others nodded in agreement.
But just at that moment, a shadow appeared behind them.
One hand covered their mouths to silence them, while a cold gleam flashed in the other, slashing their throats, blood spraying out.
The scent of blood became even more intense in the night.
