The body didn't say a word and turned to walk into the room.
Li Zhiyuan followed up, and as the body passed by the wardrobe, he reached out and grabbed his shoulder.
The body stopped in its tracks, "What do you want to do?"
Li Zhiyuan: "Shouldn't you be asking... 'What's up'?"
The body remained silent.
Li Zhiyuan adjusted the body's position, facing the wardrobe together with him.
Most of the wardrobe was rotten, and the clothes inside were essentially decayed. The mirror on the wardrobe door was dirty and cracked, but it barely reflected a human figure.
At this moment, the mirror reflected the fragments of two mottled boys.
Li Zhiyuan: "You learned from the last time you briefly took over this body, because you realized that in your current form, you cannot fully assimilate my social network. So, you changed your strategy.
You want, the next time you take control of this body, for no one to notice that you've replaced me.
