Reborn, Reawakened, Rekindled

Chapter 483

For a split second, I felt the Grim Reaper glaring at me.

I may be brave, but I had never killed anyone, never witnessed such a bloody scene. The chainsaw in my hand dropped to the floor as my grip was lost in shock.

“I’ve killed three people already, and one more won’t make a difference. You’ve got guts, trying to cut me up with that chainsaw,” the murderer sneered, his eyes bloodshot. He raised his hand in a threatening gesture, trying to intimidate me.

I won’t lie, I was scared. But I couldn’t afford to be. If anything happened to me, my two kids would be done for.

“If you want money, name your price. I’ll give you anything you want, as long as you don’t hurt me,” I managed to keep my voice steady. “The police are after you, and you’ll need money to escape. I can help you get out of Eldoria, and even arrange for someone to get you out of the country. Think about it.”

My words struck a chord with the murderer. He knew he was a dead man walking if he got caught, and I was offering him money and a ticket out of the country.

Why wouldn’t he bite?

His eyes darted around as he asked, skeptical, “How can I trust you?”

“Your pocket, my phone. Give it to me, and I’ll show you my assets,” I said, maintaining eye contact.

The murderer eyed me warily for a long time before finally handing over my phone. But he didn’t let me have it directly. He asked me to unlock it with my face, then he started to check my financial information himself.

But all the important apps on my phone were password protected. One by one, I had to unlock them. Eventually, he had no choice but to hand me the phone to do it myself.

when I got my phone back was to call the police. But the murderer was watching me like a hawk. I had

skipped a beat

I were staring at the gate, not saying

wished someone could save me from this dangerous situation. But why did it

as he heard Neil’s voice. His bloody knife pressed against

held my breath and kept

a while, my phone rang. It was

snatched the phone away and hung up. When the noise outside died down, I finally spoke again.

“Keep going. I want to see if you have the means to help me. If you

cold, murderous gaze made my heart

really left? I wasn’t sure.

the murderer some of my online assets on my phone. His eyes

lit up with

facial recognition. Usually, Norah and I would use our fingerprints. We rarely used the password, which was my birthday. Very simple, but only a

murderer was back to the gate, so engrossed in the prospect of getting a fortune that he didn’t notice the movement behind him.

at the sight of the blood. His eyes were practically shooting fire. He picked up a nearby chair and rushed

alert person and had just been negligent, so as he turned around, he raised the dagger and, without even looking clearly, thrust it toward

with the chair before the knife could reach him. The murderer lost his grip on

kept hitting him with the chair until the

saw Neil’s fury. It seemed like he was