"Joan of Arc, it's all settled."
As Zhou Li entered the graveyard from the prison, he looked at Joan of Arc sitting upright with seriousness and waved his hand, "You can come out now."
At this moment, Joan of Arc seemed to be meditating like an old monk, frozen in place. Only after hearing Zhou Li's call did she slowly raise her head, her eyes shimmering with a strange luster.
Something was off.
Zhou Li immediately noticed that Joan of Arc's state was very or even mostly awry. He narrowed his eyes and took a careful look; shortly after, he recalled seeing this kind of look in someone else's eyes.
The hungry Tang Wan!
"Oh crap!"
He then realized that the cave was now eerily empty, and the usual rules had vanished without a trace. In an instant, Zhou Li panicked, "Joan of Arc, you didn't eat the rules, did you?!"
"Ah..."
