The Terminally Ill Young Master is the Mad Dog of the Underworld - Chapter 259

... was an unusually cloudy night. Under the black night where both starlight and moonlight were wrapped in clouds, the lights kindled by humans illuminated the streets.

Whoooosh—

The blowing wind carried a mixture of dust, the stench of filth, and the smell of people's sweat.

It was the distinctive odor of back alleys that was hard to encounter in the castle.

And one more thing.

"The scent of blood grows thicker."

I muttered.

"Is it because t ...