This was not the end.
After the first scarecrow appeared, one after another, scarecrows appeared!
Densely packed, they surrounded number 6, number 11, and number 12 in the middle!
Countless cold and sinister gazes were focused on the three of them!
"This... this... this..."
Under extreme fear, number 12's lips trembled, and he was actually so scared that he could not speak!
"Ahhhhh!!"
Facing this endless fear, number 11 was the first to break down.
He took out his pistol and crazily fired at these scarecrows.
However, it was useless.
Endless despair and endless fear engulfed him like a tsunami!
It was like a deep sea. Other than waiting for the arrival of death, there was no hope of survival.
Bit by bit, with the gravity, he slowly sank to the bottom of the sea.
When there was only one bullet left, number 11 stopped.
He did not try to shoot Flanders. He knew that it was useless.
