"Can you feel it?"
Bai Yang asked as he drove.
Qin Manjiang and Shen Hai discovered the sensation he meant with just a little concentration. Real humans... could indeed sense one another's presence.
They could not make out details such as who exactly it was or precisely where they were.
But they did know that somewhere in this city, in a certain direction, real humans existed.
It felt like walking in darkness. The other people in this world would neither raise torches nor see their light. Only those who came from the Real World could see the flames, and they carried torches of their own.
It was far too obvious.
"A whole crowd has gathered to the southeast," Shen Hai said.
Qin Manjiang also closed his eyes and sensed carefully for a moment. "There are some to the northwest, too."
"Looks like they've banded together to catch us. Let's head northwest first." At this point, Shen Hai suddenly looked at Bai Yang's back as he drove and asked, "You know Wu Gong from Centipede Construction, right?"
"Yes. I call him Uncle Wu," Bai Yang replied.
"Tell us honestly, has your Bai Group sent a lot of its own people into this world?" Shen Hai made no attempt to be roundabout. At this point, continuing to speak in riddles would have been nothing but pointless and stupid.
"They don't count as our own people. It's purely a business transaction."
Bai Yang answered, "This world is like a virtual game. They hand over all their assets in exchange for a chance to preserve their consciousness in this world."
"There's a deal that good? Isn't that the same as living forever, never aging or dying?" Shen Hai grew interested.
Just then, Qin Manjiang said, "Earlier, your corpse was found at the scene of