Zhou Yao seemed to jolt awake from a long nightmare. Cold sweat instantly soaked his back, and his whole body began to tremble faintly.
Normally, Zhou Yao always brought Yellow Wind Little Sage with him to school. Even when Yellow Wind Little Sage went off to carry out missions, Zhou Yao would devote part of his consciousness to controlling him, maintaining awareness of his incarnation at all times.
Yet from the moment he entered the classroom that morning, to discovering Liu Wenjun's disappearance, to leaving the school and arriving at the metro station, Zhou Yao had completely overlooked Yellow Wind Little Sage's existence for several whole hours!
Even more terrifyingly, although he had clearly written the four words "Yellow Wind Little Sage" while organizing his materials, Zhou Yao had still completely ignored them.
That distortion in his perception filled Zhou Yao with deep terror.
Only at this moment, when his memories finally reawakened, did Zhou Yao suddenly sense a change in his vision.
His originally single perspective abruptly split apart. Beyond his own viewpoint, another entirely different perspective emerged.
It was Yellow Wind Little Sage's perspective. Reflected in his sight was the Yin Mountain Metro Zhou Yao knew so well!
Yet unlike the usual bustling Yin Mountain Metro, crowded with people coming and going, the metro at this moment was deathly silent, as though every trace of life had been drained from it.
Only a dozen or so people sat scattered throughout the carriage.
There was an elderly man with a deathly air about him, his skin waxy yellow, his eye sockets deeply sunken, and a rotten stench emanating from his body.
There were students in school uniforms, likely high schoolers Zhou Yao's age, but their faces were pale and their expressions vacant.
There were also exhausted office workers, their