Chương 112: Not Living Your Life Well

The moment Montana fell asleep was the moment Noah jolted wake in real life. However, with his head on the back of the couch, he was supposed to see the ceiling when he opened his eyes. It's just that… when he did so, four heads of the shadows loomed so close to his face that he could feel them breathe.

"Gaaahh!" Noah suddenly failed the very second he saw the black faces. The faces only pulled back slowly, one of them getting hit by Noah's hand. As he did, the shadow made an awfully low-pitched hum. Moreover, it continued as the other got hit by that one shadow.

The witch jumped off of the couch and crashed into his center table. The edge dug into his abdomen, and he let out a small cry because of it. When the pain fully woke him up, Noah couldn't help but cuss under his breath. "Fucking black sour tapes."