Was there a problem with time? Or had he been mentally disturbed?
Xu Huo looked toward the outer room. Feng Jiawen had brought the food he had not eaten to his parents. After sitting for several hours, it had completely changed color, which meant that that much time had indeed passed.
He had not sensed any fluctuations of temporal power. It was unlikely that the entire town had been locked down by temporal power, after all, the people at the Factory still had to work... The problem was with his memory.
He walked out. Feng Jiawen's parents became somewhat restrained when they saw him. During the day, Xu Huo might have merely been a passerby, but now he had brought them tangible benefits. Once the Red-Eye Fruit was handed over to the Factory Director, they would receive a little something as well.
Xu Huo first asked about Feng Lanni. But like Feng Jiawen, the couple did not know much about her. They only knew that she had lived at the end of the street, that she had been easy to talk to, and that she sometimes helped out foreign players—this was considered the most outrageous thing anyone here did. Beyond that, she had died half a year ago, and her belongings had been taken by nearby residents. As for where she was buried, only the Factory Director knew.
Like those rule-breaking players, the Factory Director would silently take the bodies away, claiming that they had been buried in the woods. But no one had ever seen an actual grave. The town residents guessed that the corpses might have been used as fertilizer for Mutated Plants. Their funerals were also extremely simple: people who had known them gathered together for a moment of silent mourning.
They were not telling the whole