[Die… die… die…]
Zheng Xiu's expression tightened, as if he had heard some kind of sound.
The cawing of Ravens still filled his ears, but two twisted words subconsciously materialized in his mind. His vision filled with a searing, asphalt-like color, or perhaps blood so thick it looked black.
He clapped his hands over his ears in surprise. Zheng Xiu felt that, for a single moment, he had somehow understood the meaning behind the Ravens' caws.
The instant he understood the sound, a hallucination of the word "Death" appeared before him.
'Did I just accidentally learn some weird new Skill?'
Zheng Xiu wondered to himself, but he had no time to dwell on it.
"They're here! Blindfold yourself, quick!"
The Monk gritted his teeth, took out a piece of black cloth, and obediently tied it over his eyes. As for the horse, he would just have to guide it by feel.
