There were plenty of green-skinned barbarians like the one Liu Zhi had encountered earlier in the city. At least once on every street, he could see one or two of them sitting by the roadside, eating roast meat.
Like the barbarian who had let Liu Zhi in, they all looked furious.
The only way to tell them apart was by the patterns painted on their faces.
Some had circles painted around their eyes, while others had three red horizontal stripes across their faces.
To anyone who knew what to look for, these patterns revealed a great deal. To a newcomer like Liu Zhi, though, they were just decorative.
When the barbarians noticed Liu Zhi and his companions, they glanced at them once and paid them no further attention.
From their attitude, it was clear they didn't care about Liu Zhi's followers.
That surprised Liu Zhi, but what surprised him even more was that whenever he drew close to them, he instinctively sensed something amiss with their souls.
Liu Zhi first found an inn and settled in. He didn't need to eat anything else; he had eaten roast meat several times along the way and was still full.
So he rented a room, but he didn't go to sleep right away. Instead, he entered the state of Soul Extraction.
He wanted to take a look at what was going on with the green-skinned barbarians outside.
When he looked out, Liu Zhi saw their souls.
The souls of the ordinary people outside seemed normal. But the souls of the green-skinned barbarians each appeared to have something strange attached to them. It looked like an octopus, except that each tentacle was covered in tiny eyes.
Every eye expressed the same emotion: anger.
It was clear that these beings, living in symbiosis with the