Chapter 149: The Burning Drug (8)
In the quiet stillness of the night, while everyone was fast asleep, something curious happened in the courtyard of the Sehee Research Institute. Out of nowhere, a bloodied Western woman appeared, lying peacefully atop a bed made of fluffy marshmallows. At the same time, several Golden Reapers—shining and ethereal—appeared beside her.
The Golden Reapers, with their bright, mischievous gazes, stared down at the woman, who was groaning softly with a high fever. Then, without a word, they scattered in all directions, leaving just one behind to keep watch.
We need to find someone to help her!
The little Reapers darted off in every direction, determined to track down someone who could summon that square car—oh, what was it called again? Ah, yes, the one that always came when someone was hurt.
But unlike the others, one particularly cheeky Golden Reaper, sparkling with a sense of purpose, went straight to the sleeping room. It knew exactly where to go: to wake up the youngest, the very one who had called for their help in the first place.
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