The room was filled with bodies and pools of fresh red blood, which frightened the others. They huddled against the walls, not daring to make a sound.
These people looked weak, their lips pale.
A few women, clothes in disarray, crouched together. Compared to those vicious people, this monk instilled even more terror in them.
A dozen or so Buddhist beads glided through the air, returning to the monk's hand, stringing together without any thread.
At a glance, the monk noticed that many showed signs of turning into corpses.
However, that wasn't his goal. His objective was the doll made from dead wood, set up in the middle.
This thing looked simple and crude, hardly resembling a puppet, but in the dim light, a pair of real eyes could be seen.
The monk didn't know exactly what this thing was, probably some legendary ghost. The task assigned to him by the Doomsday Game was to eliminate this doll made of branches.
