Something was off.
Very off—eleven out of ten kinds of off. Xia Feng looked at the spot where the two disappeared, his eyebrows slightly knitting together.
She confessed to him in the lab just six hours ago, and now this woman had run off to the Evil Realm?
Could it be a duplicate?
Or perhaps an Illusion Technique?
Xia Feng quickly scanned the surrounding environment. The gray fog was dense, and the silence profound.
Through the Eye of Decompilation, he didn't detect any life forms hiding in the dark, preparing to ambush.
Shaking his head, Xia Feng didn't ponder any further and stepped forward, rushing towards the spot where Mu Qingtong had vanished.
Whether it was a trap or not, anything involving Miss Mu warranted a look to see what the situation was.
Moreover, it seemed that Miss Mu was being pursued and attacked by that mysterious figure in a fisherman's straw hat, and her circumstances did not look good.
