Obviously.
Zhang Kui'an wanted to speak with the person lurking in the shadows.
However...
No one answered.
The two stitched-together corpses stood silently at the main gate, like two terracotta figures casually discarded there. But the moment Zhang Kui'an finished speaking, they tilted their heads at the same time.
Their movements were perfectly synchronized.
As if they were being pulled by an invisible string.
Qi Lu's pupils contracted slightly.
She had seen many strange things, but this kind of "synchronization" reminded her of a Supernatural Event she had encountered before. During that incident, there had been an extremely wicked Puppet Person.
From its appearance to its departure, countless people had died or been injured.
Yet even in the end, she had never learned whether there was a living person or a Vicious Ghost behind the Puppet Person.
That was what made puppets most terrifying.
You never knew who was holding the strings.
The corpses' lips began to move, as though they were saying something, but the sound was incredibly faint, like the rustling of paper in the wind. It was vague, completely impossible to make out what they were saying.
However...
Only a few seconds after that sound appeared.
Zhang Qun, who stood behind Zhang Kui'an, suddenly had his knees give out and uncontrollably dropped to his knees.
"Hm?"
Qi Lu reacted swiftly.
She grabbed the back of his collar and hauled him up.
But the moment she touched him, Qi Lu felt a chill. Zhang Qun's body was as cold as if he had just emerged from an ice cellar, radiating bone-piercing cold.
"I... I didn't mean to kneel... My body... wouldn't listen to me..."
Zhang Qun's face was deathly pale.
His lips trembled.
Qi Lu ignored him. Her gaze suddenly fell on the lantern held by a guard