Yang Yong spun around.
Was it her?
That little girl!
"How did you get here?"
Yang Yong and the little girl spoke at the same time.
They had asked the same question.
Yang Yong paused, then pressed on. "This should be Mechanical City's central control room. Only the city lord should be able to enter. How did you..."
Halfway through, he suddenly realized something.
"The city lord? You're the city lord?"
Those words seemed to trigger a switch.
The little girl's expression froze.
She clutched her head with both hands, a look of extreme pain crossing her face as her small body curled up.
It was as though she were enduring some unbearable torment.
"I don't know... I don't know..."
Her voice came in broken, tearful fragments.
Yang Yong instinctively reached out to stroke her head and comfort her.
But his hand passed straight through the little girl's body.
As though it had passed through air.
Yang Yong froze.
Only then did he realize that the little girl before him had no physical form.
Her body was translucent. Light passed through her outline, casting an extremely faint shadow on the floor.
A soul.
Or rather, a mental projection.
Yang Yong frowned.
Whether a soul or a mental projection, either was something he could not yet understand.
There were too many mysteries surrounding this little girl.
It took quite a while before the little girl gradually recovered.
She raised her head, her eyes still glistening with the tears left after the pain subsided, but her expression had returned to calm.
This time, Yang Yong did not dare ask questions carelessly.
Choosing his tone carefully, he asked timidly, "Do you know how to operate this place?"
The little girl nodded.
Yang Yong's eyes lit up.
"Where's District 36 of the Third Ring?