Thought Control

"..." Li and the others exchanged glances. It was not hard to tell that the woman before them spoke in exactly the same tone as the Escape Tower's electronic voice.

But what truly made them hesitate was her appearance.

Though she looked human, a closer inspection readily revealed many abnormalities about her. Her eyes, for example, were extraordinarily complex, with countless rings layered within her pupils, even revealing a faint glimmer of light. Her hair was an unusual green, tied into a single ponytail that nearly reached her waist. Yet no matter how one looked at it, those strands did not seem naturally grown. Under the carriage lights, they even shimmered with a faint orange iridescence.

There was also a string of characters marked beneath the woman's collarbone. They were neither tattoos nor brands, but crystals embedded in her skin. As she spoke, the crystals flickered in rhythm with her intonation. Those were absolutely not traits possessed by normal people or Yao.

Of course, Li noticed even more.

As a keen Fox Demon, she immediately discovered that this person was not breathing. The woman's chest did not rise or fall, nor did her nostrils move in the slightest. It made Li's tail bristle—after all, in a sense, only the dead were like this. If the other party had shown even the slightest hostility, her lightning arts would already have struck.

"Uh... Thought Control?" Xia Fan was the first to react.

"Precisely." The woman tilted her head. "I wonder whether this appearance meets your requirements?"

Li and the others' gazes instantly shot toward him.

When did I ever ask for that? Xia Fan hurriedly asked through thought.

"'Could you not suddenly start talking? At least give me some mental preparation.'" She answered with a recording, using Xia Fan's own original voice.