Zheng Wuyou didn't dare turn around and look at the old woman's cloudy eyes, clouded by the passage of time.
A wave of helplessness washed over her. She didn't know how to comfort the poor old woman.
Because she knew that someone had to die in that last round... otherwise, the cylinder would never stop moving in sync with them.
Not until the person at the back of the group was caught and devoured.
And that person would be her...
Perhaps the old man had discovered this rule long ago. That was why he'd resolutely turned back to fight...
He was a hero.
The furious chase that had just played out was like a performance ending on a stage, while preparations for the next act were already underway...
The enormous cylinder lifted upward, gradually moving away from the sun it had blocked. A new painted sun hung high above them.
The shadows gradually vanished from the vast grassland, leaving only the black mark where the cylinder had moved.
And... not far away, white bones gleamed in the light, still streaked with flesh that was difficult to scrape off...
Just as they thought another round of wild, crushing winds was about to begin, the cylinder vanished into the clouds in the blue sky.
Coming to her senses, Zheng Wuyou spotted a patch of white scattered across the grass about fifty meters away. Her heart lurched, and she hurriedly stepped in front of the old woman to block her view.
She was, after all, a doctor with a benevolent heart. She could have minded her own business...
But... she simply couldn't bring herself to stay indifferent to the joys and sorrows of other people.
Still, the old woman had already turned around and noticed that something was wrong.
Her eyesight seemed poor.