Chuzheng hadn't gone far when faint footsteps and a soft humming voice came from behind, sounding eerie and gloomy in the dark.
This voice was very familiar to the original host; without Chuzheng having to recall, she already knew who was humming.
It might have been a reflex, but Chuzheng felt her hair standing on end.
Chuzheng shuddered briefly, quickly scurrying away to the side.
Most of the time, the original host was so scared she couldn't move, getting caught red-handed. But Chuzheng was different; she wouldn't just sit and wait to be caught. Of course, she ran first.
Once she settles down and adapts to her new species identity, she'll remember this grudge!
Chuzheng passed through a few alleys and quickly felt the bustling atmosphere of the city.
In Chuzheng's current body, everything seemed colossal; she needed to look up even at people.
This is just... messed up.
Chuzheng found a corner to sit down, her body filthy, instinctively wanting to lick herself clean.
