I Don't Want to Stay, I Want to Leave!

Luo Chuanyi suspected that something was wrong with his senses, even though reason clearly told him that was unlikely.

From afar, two "blurred" figures stood atop adjacent buildings, seemingly talking about something.

Yet within the perception he was straining to extend, aside from the most direct visual input, that spot was clearly "empty." Never mind people—even the slightest reaction from an inanimate object had never appeared!

More precisely, if not for that thunderclap-like sound just now, he would never have noticed that there were people on the buildings in this abandoned warehouse district beside him!

Even more terrifyingly, although he had noticed that there was more than one spectator "watching tigers fight from the mountain," the distance between them was not remotely long for a Kuuga. Yet he still could not make out the actual forms of those two "people."

He planted one foot on the man beside him, whose mouth and nose were both bleeding. The man swayed unsteadily, yet still restlessly tried to struggle back to his feet.

His palm pressed against the belt around his waist as an illusory pattern resembling the compound eyes of a green insect slowly emerged across his face.

No, that was not quite right. One of them, the middle-aged man, did not seem especially intent on concealing himself—especially since he was holding a bucket of something that looked strangely familiar.

Powdered milk?

With vision even clearer than a telescope's, Luo Chuanyi stared at the chibi baby printed on the tin—a baby sitting on the ground with only three wisps of hair on its head—and completely froze!

As for the other one, he was simply impossible to make sense of, exuding a hazy "blurredness" from head to toe.

All Xiao Luo could say was that he seemed to be a man. In a