Xiao Lin soon realized that there night existed in that world. The blood-red sun in the sky did not set, but there were two extra moons in the sky. They were also of a terrifying blood-red color, which only added to the creepiness of that world.
Xiao Lin hid in a random building. There were no skeleton soldiers on the periphery of the palace, only countless workshops. At the moment, he chose a blacksmith's workshop, where he saw all kinds of weapons. It was automated, like an assembly line, but machines did not exist in a world like that. The only explanation Xiao Lin could come to was that the high priest used some kind of mana to manipulate it.
The skeleton army's movements ceased when the blood moon rose into the air, and those workshops stopped working too. Of course, Xiao Lin was unsure whether there was a connection between the two, but in any case, the place had provided him a relatively hidden place to rest.
