Pick really disappeared.
Su Ziyu carefully returned to the town. Along the way, some Great Elves greeted him, then went about their own business.
Yesterday, Su Ziyu personally witnessed the entire town flying up and blending with dirt and rubble to form that enormous mud golem, which looked very much like these Great Elves, holding a black mud-shaped apple in its hands. But now everything in the town looked exactly the same as it did during the day yesterday, with not even the position of the flowers or grass changed.
"Is this a dream? Or are the rules of this world very special?" Su Ziyu felt like he was getting confused.
He stopped a nearby Great Elf and tentatively asked, "Where's Pick? Why isn't he around today?"
Jack was taken out by me.
He claimed he wasn't Pick, but now he's dead, and Pick is missing too.
"Pick?" The Great Elf tilted its head in confusion and thought for a moment before saying, "There's no such person named Pick here."
What?
