Shi Jin Jia wasn't dead?
No!
"Something's wrong with his condition. He's neither alive nor dead. He's a person woven from black threads." Jiang Qiao's gaze sharpened, and he quickly realized that this Shi Jin Jia wasn't a real person at all.
He was woven from black threads.
So lifelike.
If one didn't observe him carefully, it would be difficult to notice.
But a fake was still a fake. No matter how lifelike a painting was, it wasn't a photograph; no matter how realistic a puppet was, it wasn't alive.
There would always be flaws.
Take Shi Jin Jia, for example. If one kept staring at his skin...
After looking for a long time...
One would notice...
That his skin occasionally revealed wisps of thread.
And every single wisp...
Was precisely a black thread!
"I remember that Mysterious Man's method involved a mass of blood threads, and Shi Jin Jia was killed by him. So he must have an enormous connection with these black threads filling the sky?"
Jiang Qiao recalled.
That man had left somewhat hurriedly, as if he had something important to do.
"Gan Ba!"
Shi Jin Jia's gaze darkened.
After walking to a stop opposite Jiang Qiao, he said, "I never expected to run into you here. I don't want to fight you, because it's obvious that something has gone wrong here. These black threads filling the sky are extremely abnormal."
"We can settle our grudges after we get out."
"Right now, I want to find Du Weiyang and the others. If you're willing to come with me, we can travel together temporarily. If you don't want to go with me, feel free to leave."
His voice was clear.
His tone and intonation were exactly the same as the real Shi Jin Jia's.
It seemed...
He thought