Atop the building, there seemed to be nothing special. Only a figure resembling a beggar was there, lying on his side, deeply asleep.
He appeared ragged and filthy, his actions crude. In his sleep, he occasionally scratched his groin, picked at his feet, and dug in his nose.
Fang Ze stepped around him, just as he was about to look elsewhere.
But at that moment, suddenly, the vagrant seemed to sense something and opened his eyes.
His sleepy eyes looked around, then suddenly, he raised his head and looked directly at "Fang Ze."
For an instant, Fang Ze felt as if he and the vagrant were locking eyes.
It was as if the other could see "himself" through the void.
In that instant, alarms blared inside Fang Ze's mind, and a boundless sense of crisis surged within him!
At that time, the vagrant moved. He reached out his filthy hand toward "Fang Ze" in the sky.
His arm was clearly short, and his hand wasn't large.
