"You've come."
Lu Qingyang's voice had lost all vitality by now, coming out mechanical and stuttered.
Upon hearing this, Lu Zixun narrowed his eyes and asked indifferently, "What exactly are you right now? A human... or a shell?"
"Hehehe."
Lu Qingyang laughed creepily twice and maneuvered his chair to face Lu Zixun, "I didn't expect you to know about the shells. Did Old Yang tell you?"
Under the twilight's light and shadow, Lu Qingyang's body had twisted to an extent.
It looked as if, even if he wasn't a shell now, he was about to become one.
However, a shell with its own consciousness was something Lu Zixun had never seen before.
And the 'Old Yang' mentioned by Lu Qingyang was likely Yang Guohong.
His speculative gaze fell on Lu Qingyang, wondering what this man really wanted to say to him.
Seeing Lu Zixun shake his head, a murky and indistinct light appeared in Lu Qingyang's eyes as his body sank deeper into the chair, and his shellification worsened by three degrees.
