In the living room at No. 66 Wutong Road, Huli and the others, who had just hurried back from outside, were listening intently as Li Lin recounted his incredible experience.
The enormous phantom that had appeared in the fog, the pitch-black web that seemed to cover the entire Mist City, and the chaotic, unsettling whispers emitted by that apparition resembling the Omen Goddess.
Then, several gazes fell on the little doll sitting on the coffee table.
"W-Why is everyone looking at me?" Eileen sat on the coffee table with her neck hunched. "I don't know anything..."
As soon as she finished speaking, Luna beside her nodded as well. "Dwarf Eileen, dwarf, can't, carry, such a huge, blame."
"Even C-clip says so!" With someone backing her up, the little doll instantly perked up. She raised her chin smugly, but then frowned in confusion and turned to look at the Artificial Saintess. "C-clip, that accent and stuttering problem of yours seem to be getting worse and worse, I'm telling you..."
"I didn't expect you to run into something like that too, Brother Li." Zheng Zhi, who was standing nearby, looked deeply moved. "Luckily I wasn't here just now. Otherwise, I probably wouldn't even be alive right now—you stared at an eerie existence of that level for so long and somehow still came out fine."
"Honestly, if I'd had a choice, I really wouldn't have wanted to look. But I couldn't control myself at the time." Even now, recalling what had happened, Li Lin broke out in a cold sweat. He even felt that the chill was still lingering and soaking into his bones. "When that thing was staring at me, I felt like my body wasn't mine anymore. I even felt that death was only natural. Luckily, it suddenly wandered off in