After reaping the lives of these people, Flanders stood where he was and felt the excitement from before. For a moment, he did not move.
The night gradually deepened.
By the time he was ready to leave, four hours had already passed.
Flanders put away his scythe and was ready to leave.
At this moment, he had just taken a step, and the next second, he stopped again.
He closed his eyes and his senses dispersed.
A few seconds later, the smile on Flanders's face reappeared, and the excitement that he had felt just now surged up again.
"An unfamiliar smell."
"New prey... is here."
As soon as he finished speaking, the scythe in Flanders's hand turned into a black shadow and disappeared into the darkness.
At the same time, he himself turned into a gentle and refined young man.
Disguise.
The Disguise skill that had reached level 10 was so powerful that almost no one could see it.
He came to a small shop.
