In the living room of No. 66 Wutong Road, Hu Li and the others who had just rushed back from outside were listening intently to Li Lin recounting his unbelievable experience.
The enormous phantom emerging from the mist, resembling a pitch-black web covering all of Mist City, and the confusing, unsettling whispers from the illusion of the Omen Goddess.
Then several pairs of eyes fell on the small puppet on the coffee table.
"W-Why are you all looking at me?" Erin, sitting on the coffee table, shrank her neck, "I don't know anything..."
As she finished speaking, Luna nodded beside her, "Erin, Eri, can't bear the blame, for this big, pot."
"Even the C-type clip says that!" Having someone backing her up, the little puppet instantly perked up, tilting her head back with a smug face, but soon after, she furrowed her brows in confusion, looking at the Holy Lady, "C-type clip, your accent and stuttering seem to be getting worse, I'm telling you..."
