The exposed parts of their bodies were all stitched together from many fragments.
Not only did their skin colors differ, but so did their ages.
Some had the skin of infants, while others were clearly adults.
But what was the same was the deathly pallor that served as their undertone.
The children curiously sized up Liu Zheng, their eyes clear and pure, a stark contrast to their horrifying appearances.
"Teacher, is this our new classmate?"
A girl naively asked.
Her hair flower was larger than the others, golden-brown in color, resembling the wings of a Troides alexandrae butterfly.
"No, Donia. This is the electrician I hired."
Red Ghost said gently.
It must be a generator worker.
Liu Zheng rolled his eyes but didn't say anything.
"That's great, the classroom can be bright again."
"We can read books once more."
"Mr. Electrician, can you fix my eight-music box? It won't sing anymore."
The children chattered like little sparrows.
