Finding two people in an urban environment like this was not quite like finding a needle in a haystack, but it was still far from easy.
What was more, Qin Manjiang's group of three were not the only ones on the move. The other twenty, including [Zhen], were taking action too.
This world was collapsing. They could not possibly sit around waiting to die.
As for hatred or conspiracies, neither really applied to the two sides yet. They had never even met, so how could they have had a chance to become enemies?
But their respective positions meant they could only fight to the death, because only one could exist: this world or the real world.
Zhen remained in the Villa District, looking at the nineteen people gathered around her. Including herself, there were exactly twenty.
"This is a world of the dead..."
Beside Zhen, the beautiful middle-aged woman looked at the others of her kind and spoke elegantly.
"We all came from Fu City ten years ago. That world's history is different from this one's. This place is nothing but an illusory bubble. We are the only real humans."
"But now, five people have come from the real world. They are completely different from us. We only came to this world after drowning in Lower River Village."
"But those five aren't dead. They came to this world alive."
"They... are not our kind."
The beautiful middle-aged woman's gaze swept over everyone in turn. Among those who had come to this world after drowning in Lower River Village, some had arrived by accident, while others had paid a considerable price.
In fact, only three people had truly come to this world by accident.
One was Qin Linghan, another was named Xi Wutong, and the last was [Zhen].
When "real" humans