"What was that?"
The moment the sound of boots rang out, Lu Xin jerked his head up and looked toward the other end of the street.
Kindling City was still the same Kindling City. The streets and streetlamps looked no different from before.
But as those heavy, orderly footsteps rang out, an intensely oppressive atmosphere suddenly descended upon the city.
Lu Xin saw a hazy, foglike substance appear at the far end of the street.
But he quickly realized that it was not fog.
The air had simply grown turbid. Strands of distortion linked together, forming a scene like fog that blurred his vision.
Deep within the haze, he could faintly see a mass of bobbing heads rapidly approaching.
Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!
The sound grew louder and closer with every step, deafening enough to make it seem as if the entire city were shaking along with it.
No, it was not the city that was shaking.
His mind had been affected. It was resonating with those footsteps, creating the sensation of trembling.
Lu Xin took a deep breath, knowing that something formidable had appeared.
He rose from the bench, tossed his cigarette butt onto the ground, and stamped it out. He placed the suitcase on the bench.
Then he lifted the black bag and seriously stared into the darkness at the end of the street.
At the same time, Sister, who had been lying on his back, suddenly perked up.
She climbed along his back to his shoulder and curiously looked toward the other end of the street.
The blurry shadow cast beneath his feet by the nearby streetlamp also became clearer.
Like a sheet of paper slowly folding up from the ground, it transformed into a tall, silent figure standing beside Lu Xin.
"Woof, woof..."
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