"No..wasn't he dead?"
The young man twisted his head in horror, trying to verify that what he had seen was not an illusion, only to see the equally shocked face of the thin dark-skinned boy.
One by one, the bodies strewn about the ground began to rise, but like the two young men, they cowered on the floor, not daring to lift their heads, having been rendered unconscious by the spirit pressure once before, they knew well the terrifying presence they faced.
The tall, thin man wearing the Gou Chen Mask leaned back in a wooden chair, sizing up the young dark-skinned boy.
It was vaguely discernible that the child's facial features were a bit different from those of the original inhabitants of Vimazhita; his dark skin seemed more like it was tanned rather than innate. Most people here had brown eyes, while the young man's were bright black, which made Tang Luo feel an inexplicable sense of kinship.
"Are you from Zhongzhou?"
