"A lack of belonging?" Jiang Che was taken aback, his eyes filled with confusion.
"Yes, look at Hua, look at Tuantuan. Even if we are not friends or family, when real danger comes, they will fight for their territory," Ding Ning's voice was soft.
"Because they were born here, if the territory is destroyed, they will disappear along with it."
"But it's different over there with Octopus, his subordinates are always being renewed."
"Actually, in every round, there are ghosts that survive to the next game. They organize resistance, strategize, and like the Flying Eagles, form alliances."
"The last time I played, I found that two camps of ghosts, even without communication, could understand each other's thoughts with just a glance."
"But Octopus doesn't care about these little actions, he even enjoys watching his subordinates plotting against him, only to crush their plans in the cradle," Ding Ning said, frowning as she spoke.
