C419 Bloodstained Hands

The ground was still damp where blood had soaked into it, and splatters of blood remained on several snapped pieces of deadwood. A pair of hands, crimson from the blood, clutched a weapon that resembled a bone, eyeing the figure before them.

"The one who killed my junior brother, it's you, demon," said the man in the yellow monk's robe, his bald head marked with six distinctive scars