Another person immediately chimed in:
"I recognize another person on this sheet, too. He's Old Ma's son, Little Ma.
Old Ma only had that one son. His wife died long ago, and father and son depended on each other to survive.
One day, Little Ma went missing. Old Ma reported it to the authorities, and a few days later, the government office said Little Ma might have met with foul play. They were still investigating.
Old Ma's health was already poor. After hearing that news, he fell ill and never got up again. Half a month later, he was gone.
I was the one who took care of his body.
I never imagined Little Ma would have been turned into a puppet."
"This is terrifying! What kind of national preceptor is this? She's a man-eating demon!"
"Will we become the national preceptor's next targets? Just thinking about it makes me break out in a cold sweat."
"Yes, this is far too frightening!"
"The sheet says these are only a tiny fraction of the puppets. Who knows how many people have fallen victim to the national preceptor's murderous hands?"
"They want to disperse us? In their dreams! We have to make the national preceptor give us an explanation."
"Let's go."
The government troops could not suppress the crowd at all. Instead, more and more people joined them as they headed toward the National Preceptor's Residence.
In every district, those who saw the photos were utterly disappointed in the national preceptor. Along with that disappointment came endless fear. Perhaps one day, they too would become members of her puppet army.
The more they thought about it, the more frightened they became. Now, the people of Frost City streamed in from every street, all heading toward the same destination: the National Preceptor's