"Did you notice?"
"I did. They give me a feeling—they're a lot like..."
"Puppets."
Ye Lin and Zhang Ling'er spoke in unison.
The moment those words left their mouths, the two exchanged a glance. Each saw a trace of something wrong in the other's eyes.
They had been observing from here for a long time.
The pedestrians on the streets below gave them the impression that they were like puppets.
Expressionless, devoid of any emotion, their eyes hollow—they did not look like living beings at all.
After watching for so long, this was all they had noticed.
"Could it be that everyone in this city is a puppet?"
Ye Lin narrowed his eyes and muttered to himself.
If one said these people were puppets, they still carried some trace of life about them, so they did not quite seem to be.
But if one said they were not, that did not work either, because their appearance was simply too bizarre.
Ye Lin glanced at Ye Xin behind him, then looked back at those figures walking along the street outside the window.
The difference was far too great.
"Don't worry about it. We only need to rest for a while before continuing on our journey."
"Whether they're puppets or not has nothing to do with us."
After glancing at Zhang Ling'er, Ye Lin spoke slowly.
"Oh."
Zhang Ling'er pursed her lips, then left Ye Lin's room to recuperate on her own.
Ye Lin merely cast a faint glance out the window before slowly closing his eyes.
Time trickled by bit by bit, and soon, night fell.
But this night was different from before.
Because heaven and earth had both turned blood-red.
High above the nine heavens, a blood moon hung overhead. The light spilling from it dyed the land crimson.
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