Kid had turned into an old man.
It sounded rather horrifying.
But the pollution he had encountered in the small courtyard before had been like this too. He had been unable to notice it himself, yet he had looked different in other people's eyes.
So Lu Xin felt there was no need to panic yet.
He took a deep breath and looked around. He immediately discovered that all the shadows around him had changed.
He was in the middle of a bustling little town.
Beside him flowed a small river, with walls built of blue-gray stone and crowds of lively people. A warm sunset hung at the edge of the sky.
Both sides of the road were lined with dazzling shops. Every shop had flowers piled up outside its entrance.
He had been to this little town before.
When he had first entered this wilderness, he had seen a phantom constructed from mental radiation.
That phantom had been the image of this city.
When he had first entered the Museum of Calamities, the scenes of daily life inside the bottles had also taken place in this little town. The difference was that before, he had watched from outside the bottle. Now, he was inside it.
He had finally entered the bottle.
His head felt slightly dizzy. Lu Xin looked around and saw many people following him.
Among them was a well-behaved but unusually silent girl.
There was a gentle woman with short hair cut evenly at her cheeks.
There was a simple, honest man with one lame leg.
And there were two little boys who looked rather silly and sturdy.
They were each carrying different things. Some held vegetables, while others pushed bicycles.
He was carrying meat and a bottle of liquor.
"Let's go, Big Brother."
The man pushing