The doll felt as though something had tightly gripped his throat.
Clearly, ever since becoming a Ex-Machina, such bodily physiological reactions should have vanished along with his flesh. While he could simulate them, there was no way he would retain factors that could affect his judgment.
This was "fear," arising from the depths of Xiu Er's soul.
And the object of that fear was precisely the "death" he had sought to avoid at all costs throughout his journey.
"Xiu Er... what's wrong?"
Although nothing seemed outwardly abnormal about Xiu Er, Mashu still noticed that the doll beside her had suddenly paused for a moment.
The girl had no idea what had happened and could only hesitantly seek an answer from him.
She had never seen him in such a state before.
"..."
Xiu Er did not respond to her first question.
Under normal circumstances, Mashu might not have thought much of it, but combined with the oddity she had just noticed, things were different now.
"Fou?"
Fou, sitting on the doll's shoulder, also sensed that something was wrong with the one beneath him.
Like Mashu, he called out to him in concern.
"..."
This time, Xiu Er still did not respond. He stood there as though he had truly become a "doll."
Of course, Xiu Er had not actually lost consciousness.
Mashu and Fou's calls had indeed reached his ears.
It was simply that what concerned him most right now was the effect that temple had had on him.
Half a minute ago, due to that inexplicable sense of danger, Xiu Er had instinctively halted the operation of the Codex of the Whispers.
Only then did that suddenly intensified sense of danger rapidly weaken.
As the emotion known as fear deep within his soul faded along with the sense