Thread:YingHe/@comment-36159587-20190602041941/@comment-36159587-20190606185544

 Then a feather projectile flew from Hitan's hand, onto the dead man's chest, where his heart, which had stopped beating.

 The feather puffed into white, and the undead mortal stopped moving.

 The angel sighed, looking around.

 The person who had set this place up after the fair had started...had a lot of traps.

 Whoever it was, he had to be careful.