[BL, MTL] I'm Not Shouldering This Blame

Chapter 74: Graffiti

On the other side of the ocean, on the other side of the globe, in the city of Bangolo in the state of Massachusetts.

Knee-deep snow covered the lawn, and snowflakes froze in mid-air, creating an eerie sight.

This is an abandoned world, an afterimage of reality, and a hell of despair.

The air was filled with the smell of blood, and the man wearing the goggles used a knife to cut two pieces of flesh on the monster's leg, and as soon as he wrapped it in brown paper, a blurry black shadow hit him in the snowstorm.

The man reacted quickly and jumped away.

Snowflakes in mid-air hit his coat - the abandoned world that sustains this bad weather makes it difficult for people to hide their tracks. The footprints left by the snow were well concealed, and the snowflakes that had solidified in the air were gone.

The black shadow that attacked just now was no exception.

A trail that swept down from the sky, like someone using an eraser to scratch a blank on a graffiti covered with snowflakes, followed the trail to the end, a black sharp-toothed bird rested on the corpse.

It lowered its head to the wound of the dead monster, and then spread its wings, letting out a high-pitched cry of excitement.

"Corpse Crow?!"

The man took two steps back in horror, stretched out his hand, and disappeared without a trace.

The Sharp-Toothed Bird's eyes narrowed, it lost another source of blood, but it was enough food to feast on it, and the Crow was content to bite at the fresh meat.

One after another, black sharp-toothed birds flew in, and soon seven or eight of them stopped on the corpses, and there was a scramble as they ate. They bared their claws on their wings, bared their blood-stained teeth, and let out threatening screams.

The small corpse crow will consciously hang its wings and give up the fight in favor of biting the poorer parts.

If they were evenly matched, the two sharp-toothed birds would fight directly on the corpse, their feathers flying wildly, and their sharp cries were endless. The Corpse Raven is a social creature that gathers together as a family unit, and often encounters its own people from different ethnic groups when looking for food, often breaking out into conflicts.

When they are ferocious, they will fight to the death until one of their wings is broken, or they are unable to stand up.

At this time, the corpse crow, who has always been "dining and watching" next to him, will stop eating, and fly to the side with the same group of wings as the loser, giving up the right to eat.

The victor screamed twice, followed by its sharp hooked claws, piercing the loser's neck, ripping open the feathers and eating the loser with gushing dark red blood.

There are many types of monsters in the forsaken world, but there are only a handful of species that can eat the same kind.

A few of the crows left satisfied, and the loser's companions continued to fly down to eat, without even glancing at the remains of their relatives who had died tragically.

When the surroundings calmed down again, the "sky and snow scene" in front of him had been wiped out by the corpse crows.

A group of chisels burrowed out of the snow and pounced on the remaining food.

One of them hit an invisible obstacle and fell into a snowdrift, smashing into a deep crater, and crawled out of it tentatively taking two steps there, its beard shaking and desperately sniffing the air.