Stage

"You okay?"

Han Qi was clearly not quite right himself, yet he still asked Mo Ling with concern.

"I'm fine."

"That's good..."

"What happened to me just now?" Seeing that Han Qi seemed to know, Mo Ling hurriedly pressed him.

"You nearly fell off the stage."

Han Qi's answer greatly surprised Mo Ling.

"The stage?"

"Yes, the stage beneath the curtain. You got too close to the audience. Staying at the edge of the stage for too long makes it easy to fall off."

Mo Ling froze. Why had Han Qi started speaking in riddles too?

"Do those audience members really exist?"

"I don't know, but time and space really have begun operating on their own."

Han Qi's body swayed like an afterimage as he spoke to Mo Ling.

"Hold your weapon properly. Go finish making that statue." Han Qi pointed at the spear in Mo Ling's hand.

"Why do we have to finish that statue? What exactly is it for?" Mo Ling asked in confusion. "Is it a Relic, or some key prop for a ritual?"

"No, it's just an ordinary statue."

"An ordinary statue... Then why do we have to finish it?"

"Because the stage's loop must be completed. A prop that appears in one scene has to be used in the next. Its appearance must have meaning. If that statue isn't finished, then what comes afterward won't exist either, and the entire stage will collapse."

Han Qi explained casually, but his explanation only made Mo Ling's thoughts more muddled.

Mo Ling had yet to fully free himself from that strange sensation just now. Whenever he recalled those omnipresent gazes, he felt unbearably suffocated.

But this body of his did not even have a nose. Why did he feel suffocated?

He carefully sensed it for a while. It