Yun Ran and Dragon Spirit had both thought of it, his eyes turned to the little child in the corner of the carriage, treating the handle as a toy.
Finally, he sighed helplessly.
"What about those living dead puppets you hid? Any leads?"
"There are, but not many. Those people should be the lowest level of puppets, almost like disposable consumables.
Once activated, they're considered scrapped. You won't find much of a clue on such expendables."
The two spoke openly, not avoiding anyone. The small child sitting in the corner, looking quite harmless,
yet she managed to memorize everything Yun Ran and Dragon Spirit said, word for word.
If she could speak now, she might even mimic Yun Ran and Dragon Spirit's tone perfectly.
The convoy moved forward, passing through the places the refugees had trekked before.
Dragon Spirit lifted the carriage curtain, seeing barren land outside, not a hint of greenery.
Anyone unaware might think this was due to a severe drought.
