[BL, MTL] Glamorous Widow (Unlimited Flow)

Chapter 35: The Ghostly Husband on a Stormy Night

　　The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and with the whistling wind, the sky was completely dark at this time.

　　Thick darkness, although there is light in the tent, but the light range seems to be very small.

　　The man in the raincoat stood quietly not far away, and everyone looked at him in astonishment.

　　Suddenly the man walked towards the tent, and the sharp sickle in his hand was raised a little.

　　There were dozens of people in the tent, and the man in the raincoat was only himself, but he came from the darkness, and the heavy rain hit him with a sharp sound, and the whole world seemed to be shrouded in heavy rain.

　　The man approached quickly, and everyone was stunned for a while, not knowing what to do.

　　They came out to play, and never thought that any accidents would happen. After checking the weather, it was clear that there was no rain these days.

　　But the heavy rain just fell down.

　　The man in the raincoat was getting closer and closer, as if he was about to enter the tent. Finally, someone reacted and grabbed a stool on the ground to protect him.

　　The others also woke up from the shock, and turned around to look for tools to protect themselves.

　　The man in the raincoat appeared so strangely that his face could not be seen at all, and he was holding a terrible scythe. Everyone almost subconsciously regarded him as the legendary murderer.

　　Even if the other party is alone, it is enough to make people chill.

　　These are murderous monsters. They are just ordinary people. Even if there are many people, an invisible fear grabs everyone's heart. Some people have a sore throat. It seems that the barbecue they ate just now will be spit out at any time.

　　Just when everyone was looking for tools in panic and fear, the man came in front of them, and someone gasped.

　　But at this moment, everyone was stunned.

　　what did they see

　　The man in the raincoat suddenly raised his hand and took off the hat on his head, revealing a handsome face underneath.

　　That handsome face is better than anyone here.

　　At the same time, the expression on the man's face was unusually gentle. Is such a person a murderer?

　　Just when everyone was puzzled but also worried, the man spoke up. Although it was raining heavily, the man's steady and powerful voice reached everyone's ears.

　　"Are you traveling here?"

　　The man looked at everyone in the tent, his eyes were quite kind.

　　No one answered his question, because everyone was still quite alert at this time, because of the sickle in the man's hand.

　　"This one?"

　　"You don't think I'm a murderer, do you?"

　　"Of course the rumors are false. There won't be any murderers here."

　　"I also come here to travel. I usually like to be alone, walking around, as if lost. I bring a sickle because I saw some special plants near here on the Internet. I like to collect some."

　　"This is not used to kill people. If you really want to kill people, you will definitely not use this."

　　The man was joking, but everyone, who was about to relax, suddenly became nervous again.