In the room the Genestealer bishop had arranged for the three of them,
Monger stared at Zhou Yun as if his mother had died.
Jeanne stared at Zhou Yun as if her father had died.
Anyone unaware of the situation might have thought Zhou Yun had slept with their parents.
Zhou Yun looked at Jeanne, signaling for her to use her precognitive ability.
Jeanne withdrew her resentful gaze. Countless scenes seemed to reflect in her fawn-like, hazy eyes.
A fine layer of sweat appeared on her forehead, and her face showed more exhaustion.
"You fooled them."
Jeanne said softly,
"No one is listening in."
"Or they think it doesn't matter whether they listen in or not."
Zhou Yun said, glancing around the cramped room.
The room was plainly furnished, with only two temporary beds supported by iron frames, a chair, and a table.
There was also purified water and some food on the table.
The Four-Armed Emperor Cult had gathered all the followers about to head for District One inside buildings under its control.
They would be collectively sent to District One at dawn tomorrow.
"After all, once they've been injected with the Genestealers' corruptive genes, they'll be forced into loyalty."
When Zhou Yun had first entered the room, he had noticed Genestealer guards hiding at the entrances and exits of the nearby buildings.
They clearly meant to prevent any followers from regretting their decision and fleeing. Why were the Genestealers recruiting so many people?
Zhou Yun's eyes were full of confusion as he looked toward Jeanne, placing his hopes on her precognition.
But this time, Jeanne merely shook her head tiredly.
"I can't see it. A shadow filled with hunger hangs over the Genestealer patriarch. I can't see anything."
"If we could get closer, I should be able to