A gentle tone, an excited expression.
Lu Xin crossed the plaza step by step, his gaze sweeping over the remaining living people.
There were only a small handful of living people left on the plaza.
Some wore wrinkled suits, some wore disheveled evening gowns, and others wore military uniforms.
If one removed the panic and confusion from their faces, along with the dazed stupor of people who had been badly frightened, one could even see in them the excellent habits and noble bearing cultivated by long years in positions of power—qualities far beyond those of ordinary people.
Lu Xin's gentle gaze swept over their faces, examining them carefully.
The monster had to be somewhere in this plaza. He could feel it.
Moreover, that monster had to be hiding in someone's heart. Otherwise, he would have been able to sense it more clearly.
On the mental level, monsters directly exposed to reality were often as clear as the sun.
When Lu Xin began sizing them up, these people had clearly already been frightened out of their wits. They stared at him with terrified expressions.
Judging from the information available, they should all have been senior officials of Black Marsh City's General Administrative Hall. They were also the planners of that special operation in Ghostfire Marshland. After the monster from the abyss escaped, they had naturally been controlled first.
Unexpectedly, however, there were hardly any signs of contamination on them, and their minds seemed clear as well.
They did not even seem to have had their sleep stolen.
However, their mental traits had indeed been seized. Perhaps the monster that had escaped from the abyss still wanted to use them to control the city, which was why it had not reduced them to the same vacant, muddleheaded state as ordinary