“…!!”
Baek Saheon jerked his head up.
Just now, a thunderous roar had come from behind him. Maybe something even more terrible had happened in the village….
‘Fuck, is this the time to be thinking about that?’
He clenched his teeth and started moving again.
He had to get as far away as possible, as fast as possible.
“Huff.”
Inside the huge backpack Baek Saheon carried as he ran along the mountain trail were drinking water, food, and survival supplies he had put together after fierce deliberation.
He had gathered them and hidden them in a place only he knew, to use someday when he had to flee this village in a hurry. He still couldn’t believe he was finally getting to use them.
But in the empty space left in the backpack now….
There were bones.
What had remained after the pungmul troupe collapsed and vanished.
Among them, the bones of someone who had once been his noona.
“……”
They were heavy, so he should have thrown them away and left them behind.
He knew it was stupid, and even he found it absurd that he had deliberately brought them along anyway, but he couldn’t exactly throw them onto the ground now.
Still, that was the only thing he cared about.
‘I hope they all die.’
Actually, maybe this was for the best.
The villagers, the outsiders who had come to the village, the…