Those legs were really long!
Fu Qian glanced at the girl beside him.
She looked young, but she was quite tall.
Her amber eyes first studied him warily, then turned toward the White Tree in the swamp.
She must have noticed him outside earlier, so she'd stayed hidden in the house and only dared come out after hearing the bells.
In fact, it wasn't just her. At the sound of the bells, groups of people began emerging from different buildings.
Once outside, they all reacted the same way, obediently standing by the roadside and basking in the dazzling white light.
By now, the ringing was drawing closer, and growing more urgent.
It really felt like something momentous was about to happen!
Fu Qian copied the others and stood by the roadside.
Suddenly, the light on the White Tree burst forth, blazing several times more brightly than before.
As the light washed over him, Fu Qian suddenly felt his flesh and blood begin to boil.
The next moment, his mind went hazy. His exposed skin tingled and itched as transparent fleshy tendrils sprouted from it, stretching wildly in every direction.
That could happen?
Under the white light, Fu Qian vaguely felt part of himself slipping away. Even the face he'd molded became difficult to maintain.
Fortunately, everyone's attention was on the tree.
Fu Qian took a deep breath, discreetly covered his skin, and gradually pulled himself together.
At the same time, the others reacted in all sorts of ways.
Most of the people standing obediently by the roadside had flesh writhing across their bodies, as glittering points of light emerged from them one by one.
The points of light gathered in front of them, shifting and changing until they coalesced into hazy images—images resembling dolls!
So that was where those things