A monk was being dragged across the frozen ground, tied up with ropes, crossing an alleyway.
Due to the severe cut across his throat, no sound escaped.
Yet, the bulging veins on his face, the blood flowing down, and his red eyes told a different story. Every muscle in his face convulsed in a desperate scream.

“Hah.”

It seemed a bit too much for the residents who had come early in the morning to fetch water or the saltwater of Cheonghae.

However, there were only sporadic reactions.

Most pretended not to see and kept their distance.
They …