"Bad... bad... He's awake... he's talking... Zong Mi... Yu Ze... bad..."
Amid the slap-slap, tap-tap of bare feet treading through mud, the little bald boy's voice grew increasingly indistinct and gradually faded into the distance. Who knew how far away the people he was calling were.
Was he running away?
Or going to get help?
Listening to the sounds and practically hearing the little bald boy stumbling about in panicked haste the whole way, Chiba could not help narrowing his eyes. The twitching at the corners of his mouth slowly stiffened.
Did I really look that frightening right now? Thinking this, Chiba instinctively touched his cheek. After feeling around for a while and confirming that his face was still human—indeed, even smoother and more tender than Lin Dan's had been—Chiba let out a long breath.
After all, he still did not dare say for certain whether he had transmigrated again, or whether he had narrowly escaped death and survived that certain-death situation. If it was the former, then after transmigrating, whether he was human, beast, or something even stranger... the little bald boy's reaction had forced him to consider that possibility.
He really did look terrifying now.
"Heh..."
Then, after confirming that nothing about him had changed except that he had become more "tender," Chiba breathed out deeply, partly in relief and partly in a sigh.
But this scene...
Then Chiba slowly raised his gaze, drawn to the sight outside the door. The little bald boy had run away as though fleeing for his life, naturally leaving the door open. Without the boy blocking his view, Chiba could clearly see what lay outside.
One thing was certain: this dwelling was situated in a forest, and this forest was definitely not something that existed in reality...
With a single glance, Chiba