Zheng Zhi had no idea what had happened, but from the change in Yu Sheng's expression alone, he could tell it was serious. He didn't even dare breathe too loudly, afraid of interrupting Yu Sheng's train of thought.
Yu Sheng, meanwhile, considered all sorts of possibilities in an instant before shifting his attention to the street and alleys before him.
This was where Zheng Zhi had previously encountered the "anomaly," but all abnormal phenomena had now faded away. Aside from the sparse pedestrians making the street seem somewhat desolate, there was nothing visibly wrong.
Yu Sheng still examined the place carefully from top to bottom, then produced some blood and spread out a mycelial carpet...
He had practically made it a habit. Wherever he went, he felt cheated if he didn't leave some kind of mark behind. The same went for bleeding himself every day. He always felt that blood regenerated constantly, and that if he didn't let some out each day, his whole body would feel uncomfortable, as if keeping it inside was a waste. Sometimes, even he thought this habit was a little perverted, but after he mentioned it to Luna and Eileen, they both felt it counted as being thrifty and good at managing a household.
As for Huli, she had no particular opinion on the matter. Once he finished bleeding, he only needed to let her suckle twice.
Like now.
Huli polished off the roasted sweet potato in her hands in a few bites, then hugged Yu Sheng's arm and sucked away noisily. Yu Sheng, meanwhile, looked at his grandnephew thoughtfully. "From your description, what you encountered back then were merely 'phantoms' projected from another space. The fact that the Artificial Saintess stabbed at you without harming you proves it. That was clearly different from what