As the sound drew closer, I became increasingly puzzled.
And it even has the aura of a living person.
"A living person?"
My heart skipped a beat. In this desolate, run-down inn, there were still living people around.
And the sound of lightning striking echoed in my mind.
"Master, I think I can sense it too... there's no black energy!"
And there was no evil or malevolent energy involved!
Lei Jijian's words only made me more confused.
At that moment, I also carefully sensed the situation, opened my third eye, and scanned the ground towards the stairs.
After a brief assessment, I arrived at the same conclusion as the other two!
There is not only no black energy here, but not even a trace of malice!
Holy crap.
Could that thing that came down really be a person?
I was even more puzzled. To be honest, my third eye should be reliable enough.
However, the lightning sword's perception is often more acute and broader than mine.
In other words, the next person will most likely be an ordinary person.
"Master...this person seems quite fat!"
"Quite fat?"
I was completely stunned. Just as I was about to ask myself the question, a huge shadow suddenly appeared at the top of the stairs.
The shadow completely blocked half of my flashlight beam.
"Holy crap!"
I instinctively pulled Yiyi behind me, and the arc of lightning in my hand shot up about half a meter with a whoosh.
Originally, I planned to make a direct move. As long as this thing appeared, whether it was alive or dead, I would strike it immediately.
However, after Lei Jijian said that, I became even more hesitant.
If he were just an ordinary person, wouldn't I be killing innocent people indiscriminately?
At that moment, the beam of light from the lightning sword illuminated the appearance of the newcomer.
This is an extremely obese man.
His belly was practically a ball.
This was my first impression.
His belly was so big that it stretched his vest so tight that the collar was about to burst.
Below were a pair of baggy shorts, and on her feet were a pair of worn-out slippers.
That's right, these slippers can also make a thumping sound similar to bare feet.
I noticed that the soles of his slippers were very thick.
Her exposed ankles were thicker than my calves.
This guy is really fat.
When he walks, his whole body sways from side to side, like a spinning top, as he walks step by step.
It wasn't until he took two more steps forward that I could see his face clearly.
His eyes were slightly turned outwards, like two large walnuts.
His forehead is very shiny; he's the typical overweight, couch potato type.
There were just a few strands of hair left in his hair, and judging from that, I thought he looked rather oily.
At this moment, Lei Jijian seemed to hesitate as well.
"Shall we do it?"
The Thunder Strike Sword's voice echoed in my mind, carrying a hint of murderous intent.
Although he was clearly hesitant, the electric arcs on the sword pulsed even more violently.
I even felt that if I loosened my grip even slightly, the lightning would strike and I would dart right past it.
"Make your move..."
My voice clearly betrayed a hint of hesitation, and this hesitation left Lei Jijian somewhat at a loss as to what to do.
Yi Yi was standing nearby at this moment, and he was just as puzzled.
The energy that had been firmly grasped in his hand had unknowingly loosened considerably.
Just when we didn't know what to do, the fat man suddenly stopped and waved his hand.
The movements were slow and leisurely, as if they didn't care about our presence at all.
I even have another guess: this person is afraid of hurting their back.
After all, judging by his appearance, he must weigh at least 250 pounds.
It was quite comparable to the drunkard we encountered when we first came out of the post office.
Or rather, neither of them could be considered evenly matched. If it were a wrestling match, this fat guy would definitely beat that drunkard to a pulp.
If he were a person, he would definitely be a glutton; if he were a ghost, he would definitely be a ghost who ate himself to death.
"No...don't do it."
The man's voice sounded a little breathless, which I guess was due to his physique.
The few words that came out of his throat were rough and hoarse.
It felt to me like it was mixed with sand.
"I'm not a ghost..."
As he spoke, the fat man slowly moved to the counter, stretched out his chubby hand, and slid it slightly across the dusty tabletop.
At that moment, a clear mark appeared on the dust.
Upon seeing this, I immediately raised my Thunder Strike Sword again, ready to strike.
The faint energy in Yiyi's hand became even more concentrated.
Goodness, this looks like a fake. I guess this person is probably similar to the previous hypothesis, but just an advanced version of that hypothesis.
I'm not sure about the gender of that fake corpse from before, but I am very clear that he didn't move much.
It's just simple actions like standing there, turning, or sprinting.
Although the fat man disguised himself as a human, he couldn't hide the stiffness emanating from him.
It should be the same as the fake corpse from before.
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