"Ah!!"
"Get lost! !"
"Ah Ah Ah!!"
Flanders stood in mid-air with his eyes closed, feeling the wonderful cries of the crows. He could not help but think of the beauty of Macbeth.
The screams continued.
Flanders controlled the crows, trying his best not to let this person die.
Otherwise...
He would not have been able to hear such a beautiful scream.
It was just a pity.
Humans were too fragile.
Once they lost too much blood, even if they did not have any fatal injuries, they would still die.
Therefore, even though he controlled the crows and tried his best not to let them die, this person did not last more than a few minutes. The screams gradually became softer and eventually, there were no more sounds.
"Wa--"
Ten seconds later.
The crows scattered.
A skeleton with almost no life was exposed.
There was no flesh on the surface of the frontal bone.
It was bloody.
