The Juggernaut in the comic world

Chapter 41
But the reality has long been doomed that Mark can't see anything. Corentin immediately regretted it the moment he fired the gun. He saw the bullet hit Mark with his own eyes, and only one reaction came out of his mind.

I killed someone? !
After all, he was just a student.

The moment Mark was shot, fear instantly filled Corentin's mind.

Corentin, who felt that he had killed someone, was terrified, threw away the pistol in a panic, and ran into the darkness staggeringly.

And when Mark protected Hill and hid in the green belt, and then observed again, Corentin's original position had disappeared at this moment.

After observing for a while without gaining anything, Mark was relieved while feeling restless.

He was hit by the bullet first, and there was a Hill next to him. If the shooter continued to shoot regardless, the result...

Now the man fired and ran away, which saved him a lot of trouble.

Mark, who came back to his senses, sat down on the ground again. Hill's eyes were full of worry, and he said helplessly, "Mark, you...you are injured!"

"Ah."

Mark followed Hill's gaze and looked down. At this time, the bandage wrapped around his left hand was soaked in blood, which looked horrifying.

"I... I'm going to find someone."

While speaking, Hill stood up anxiously, intending to seek help nearby.

When Mark heard this, he quickly reached out and grabbed her.

Where can I do this? !

If someone is found, won't his ghostly hands be exposed when the time comes to check?

After calming down, Mark said, "It was just scratched by a bullet. It just looked scary, but it's actually not a big deal."

As he spoke, Mark endured the pain and raised his hand and shook it a few times in front of Hill, signaling that he was fine.

When Hill saw this, the anxiety in her heart eased a little bit, but she still didn't give up, and said: "It's up to you if you have anything to do, I'll go to someone first and ask them to call the hospital for help. When the doctor arrives, Have him check it out..."

Speaking of this, Hill's eyes suddenly turned red, and Mark was a little at a loss: "Hee... Hill, what's wrong with you? Why are you crying!"

Hill's voice was choked with sobs: "You were injured last time to save me, and this time it was because of me..."

"Ok?"

Mark was taken aback when he heard the words, he felt that there seemed to be something hidden in Hill's words.

Is it possible...

The gunman was targeting Hill?

While thinking about it, Mark glanced at Hill indiscriminately, looked at her tearful self-reproach, and put away the words he wanted to ask carefully.

That's it.

If she wanted to speak, she would speak naturally.

Thinking of this, Mark put the question aside.

Then, he squeezed Hill's hand a little harder, looked at the latter seriously, and said, "Hill, I really have nothing to do, you don't need to find someone, I'll go home and wipe it later." Just some medicine."

Seeing Mark's firmness, Hill doubted, "Is...really all right?"

"It's really okay."

Mark nodded with a smile.

Hill didn't answer, and squatted down after thinking about it, and then put Mark's hand on her shoulder, intending to help him up.

Mark stood up with strength on his legs, and quickly said, "No need to do this."

"no!"

Hill looked at Mark seriously, and said, "Let's go."

"it is good……"

As soon as Mark answered, he was taken aback for a moment, and asked in doubt, "Where are you going?"

"Go to my house!"

Hill replied without thinking, then paused, and added: "I have the necessary medicines at home."

"Uh……"

Mark was taken aback after hearing this, and said embarrassingly, "This... don't worry about it, I... I also have medicine at home..."

Before the words fell, Hill interrupted: "That's fine! We'll go to your house."

"??"

This……

In order to prevent the ghost hand from being exposed, Mark certainly couldn't let Hill follow him.

But before he could think of a reason to refuse, Hill's voice sounded again: "If you won't let me see the injury with my own eyes, then I'd better go and find the doctor."

Mark was a little helpless, and emphasized: "Believe me, Hill, I really didn't..."

"I do not care!"

Hill stared at Mark seriously, his eyes were slightly red, and there seemed to be some tears in his eyes: "Your hand was also for saving me last time, and it's like this again now. If something happens to him, I will never feel at ease for the rest of my life."

Looking at Hill's firm eyes, Mark sighed in his heart, a flash of firmness flashed in his eyes, then he gritted his teeth and said, "Hill, it's not that I don't want your help, it's just that there are some things he..."

Mark was thinking about how to speak, but Hill thought he was worried that he was not used to seeing those bloody images. While his heart warmed, the images he encountered when he was a child also appeared in his memory.

Recalling this, Hill's body trembled immediately, but when she thought that Mark was injured "twice" to save herself, she immediately recovered, shook her head, and said firmly: " I'm not afraid!"

"..."

At this moment, Mark only felt a headache.

He knew that it would be useless to persuade her any further. Hill's meaning was very clear. If he refused to let her see the injury on her hand clearly, then she would call for a doctor.

I can't kill all the hands I see in order not to expose the ghost hands, right?

He is not a murderous demon...

What's more, a secret has been hidden for a long time, and there is still some pressure in my heart.

Thinking about it, Mark looked at Hill's serious eyes, and suddenly an idea popped up in his heart.

Instead of exposing it to the doctor, perhaps to Hill...

after all!

It's... friend, isn't it?

Making this decision, while Mark was worried, there was something faint in his heart...

expect?

"call!"

Mark let go of Hill's hand with a long sigh of relief, and slowly moved to the bandage on his left hand. While undoing the bandage, he reminded: "It may be a little scary, I hope... hope..."

After opening his mouth several times, the words stopped here, and Mark didn't know what to say.

As soon as he gritted his teeth, he simply untied the bandage.

"brush!"

The bandage was removed, and the ghost hand... was exposed!
"what!"

An exclamation came from Hill's mouth. Mark trembled when he heard the sound, and a disappointment rose in his heart.

Sure enough...

"Mark, you... your hand?"

Hill's slightly trembling voice came into Mark's body, which made his words more indifferent: "Well, this is my hand."

Hill asked nervously, "How did it become like this?"

"Does it matter?"

While speaking, Mark was about to re-tie the bandage.

"brush!"

But suddenly, there was a gust of wind, and the ghost's hand that was following him felt a bit cooler.

Mark was taken aback, then looked down.

(End of this chapter)