After leaving Hunter's home and saying goodbye to the little wizard who saw them out, the two people and one cat walked along the wet path in the hazy morning light.
London was like this. Nearly every morning was foggy, making the weak sunlight seem nonexistent. Everything was gray and dim, and one could actually see farther at night.
Mother Night held a handkerchief over her nose with some distaste. She wanted to leave this street and merely said:
"Pralaya's creations have no sense of beauty at all, and they smell terrible."
She was clearly referring to the Headless Living Corpses. Although the smell had mostly dissipated, she still disliked it.
"Oh, you saw them too?" Su Ming lowered his head and lit a cigarette. Squinting as he blew out smoke, he waited for Mother Night to lead the way.
He did not know where Pralaya was right now. Only Mother Night knew, so he had to wait for her arrangements on how to get there. All he needed to do was keep her company and make conversation.
"I don't need to see them. I can sense the existence of those inferior products."
Mother Night, who did not rely on sight, led him down another narrow path, intending to change streets. She kept waving the handkerchief in front of her face, carrying herself like an aristocratic lady visiting the common folk:
"Headless corpses were originally humans, but my rash sister is too crude. They should have been like my maidservants."
Though she called Pralaya her sister, her words still revealed her disdain for her.
"I see. Then, ma'am, where do you think their heads went?"
Having waited for this opportunity, Su Ming immediately raised the question he had prepared, wanting to hear the opinion of someone more experienced.
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