So it wasn't just their bodies that had ascended; their very sense of self had long since become something else.
The Witch's answer was gentle and certain, yet it carried a cold truth.
Clearly, whether it was Ailuo at the very beginning or the Hand Reader just now, the apocalypse had brought them more than bizarre physical changes.
As far as Fu Qian could tell, "they" were already gone.
On the surface, all was calm and peaceful, but their reactions and even their conversations had long since become trapped in some lifeless template.
Of course, he hadn't actually been making awkward small talk with Ailuo earlier.
After the Witch called on him to go say hello, the other woman's overly smooth response had immediately struck Fu Qian as odd.
After all, he and the Witch were dressed in such unusual clothes. Being hospitable was one thing, but how could she not find them strange at all?
And the Hand Reader's reaction had been even more obvious. He'd looked at Fu Qian's hand and given it a smoothness rating—how could anyone imagine his brain had been involved in that process?
From what the Witch had said afterward, it seemed these people had entered a state much like that of characters in a game.
At first glance, they looked just like people, but in reality, there was very little they could do.
Ailuo could direct anyone looking for a Deer Cart to the Blue House.
As for the Hand Reader, he would decide whether to offer further guidance based on your actions.
Though the guidance he offered was rather vague in essence.
But that wasn't a problem. In a place like this, the Witch had once lived here, so why would she need to ask for directions to find something?
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