I am a Scarecrow and the Demon Lord of Terror!

"Miles!"

"Miles!"

A loud noise came from the square.

Miles was very happy when he heard his name coming from around him.

This was his first time appearing in front of everyone.

So he was not famous at first.

However, the other members of the previous competition had introduced him and praised his skateboarding skills. It was because of this that he was so popular now.

Miles took a deep breath.

He knew that this competition was very important to him.

This was his first appearance.

Therefore, he had to give everyone a shocking performance and show his most perfect side.

Only in this way would he have expectations for his future.

He closed his eyes and listened to the cheers around him. The passion in his heart was also stimulated.

The race soon began.

The surroundings quieted down and quietly watched his performance.

And those who had also participated in the race before also stared at Miles, looking forward to his performance.

The track was neither long nor short.

A person's race time was also relatively short, so it was a test of skill.

However, this was not difficult for Miles.

As he rushed all the way, all kinds of difficult movements made the surroundings full of exclamations.

Miles was covered in sweat.

When he was about to reach the finish line, Miles's eyes were firm.

Because when he was halfway there, he knew from the exclamations that he was stable this time, and he played very well.

Therefore, Miles was very excited now.

When he was about to reach the finish line, his eyes suddenly lit up and he saw his buddy, Flanders.

This discovery immediately made Miles's heart more active.

He was prepared to treat this buddy to a good meal after the end.

Just as he was thinking about this.

The voices around him instantly changed.

"Ah!!"

"It's that demon!!"

"Run!"

"Miles! Miles! Run!!"

Voices came from all directions, which made Miles confused.

What happened?

He was fine just now, but why did it suddenly become like this?

And... run?

What did it mean?

Countless thoughts flashed through Miles's mind. He glanced at it from the corner of his eyes and found that there were people running around him, and they were running in the opposite direction.

Was there something in front of him?

Miles looked up in confusion.

However, just as he was about to look up, he suddenly felt as if his neck had been scratched by something. It was not painful or itchy.

Then.

He saw that his line of sight was getting higher and higher.

Higher and higher!

Then, he was stunned.

Because he seemed to see a familiar back. The clothes, pants, shoes, and skateboard under his feet were all very familiar.

He reacted.

This outfit, this skateboard, wasn't this his own body?

Eh?

Where was his head? Why was his neck empty, and blood was spurting out?

This was...

In front of him stood a very tall scarecrow. It was thin and tall, holding a huge black scythe in its hand, and fresh blood was dripping from it.

Who was that?

Wasn't it Flanders who was standing there earlier?

Where did he go?

Miles was surprised for a moment, but soon, he found the name of this figure in his mind.

Scarecrow?

Scarecrow?!!

At this moment, countless topics about scarecrows flashed through Miles's mind.

The Wentley Stadium, the youtube videos that could not be deleted... all kinds of legends about scarecrows.

In an instant, Miles became terrified.

After seeing the black scythe in the scarecrow's hand, he instantly reacted and understood his situation.

But it was already too late.

Soon, he saw that his vision began to blur, and his consciousness gradually slowed down.

[Fear Points +140]

[Fear Points +120]

Clang!

A bloody head rolled on the ground.

...

Miles's tragic state fell into the eyes of everyone.

All the participants of the competition, including almost all the spectators who had traveled thousands of miles to watch the competition, were panicking at this moment.

When the scarecrow appeared, the group of people ran away one after another.

Of course, not everyone knew about the scarecrow.

Some of them only ran after seeing the others run away.

As they ran, they looked back.

When they looked back, they were shocked.

That scarecrow had actually killed someone!

Moreover, after killing someone, he actually started walking towards them. The smile on his face was twisted and crazy.

"Run."

"Run as much as you want."

Flanders's eyes were filled with excitement.

He was not in a hurry.

He was already very familiar with this kind of game of chasing prey.

He liked to watch this group of People's eyes change from panic to despair.

"Wah-- wah --"

Crow Storm.

Countless black crows surged out of Flanders's body and flew high into the sky towards the crowd. Like a plague of locusts, they blotted out the sky and covered the sun.

Dozens of people who had fallen behind were caught up by the crows.

Some had their scalps taken away by the crows, and some had their eyeballs taken away by the crows...

Of course, it was not that these people did not resist.

When dozens of crows surrounded and attacked, no matter how powerful the person was, he could not defend against them.

Moreover, as long as one of the crows took away a piece of flesh, the smell of blood would attract more crows. After that, of course, there would be endless attacks.

In the end, it would be good if there was still a bit of flesh left.

The crows filled the sky.

Flanders was not idle either. He waved his huge scythe in the air, and streaks of bright red blood splattered in the direction of the scythe.

"Hahaha!!"

"It's really too fun!!"

At this moment, in front of Flanders was another competitor like Miles.

Before the photo was taken, he and Flanders had talked for a while. However, at this moment, he was frantically crawling on the ground, trying to get away from Flanders.

His legs had been cut off by Flanders.

Therefore, while he was crawling.

There was a long trail of blood on the ground.

"Don't kill me!"

This competitor obviously had not realized that the scarecrow was Flanders and was panicking as he begged for mercy.

But in the next moment, his voice suddenly stopped.

A streak of blood flew out from his neck.

It was another massacre!

The scene was filled with blood, countless broken limbs, and even more, bloody skeletons could be seen everywhere.

"Wa--"

A crow flew out from the broken body, and that body had clearly been completely hollowed out.

It was very cruel!

And this scene.

The entire process of the massacre.

At this moment, it was all being broadcasted live not far away!!