Below, on the dim streets shrouded by the curtain of rain.
The people coming and going were all dressed in coarse linen clothes, holding oil-paper umbrellas or shielding their heads with their hands as they hurried along.
The latter group seemed to be in more of a rush than the former.
And among them walked several figures exuding the aura of the Black Blood Species.
Although these figures had a humanoid shape, their appearances were bizarre—some had wings, others were covered in scales.
They were no different from monsters.
But the people here seemed to be accustomed to it, showing no particular alarm.
They would even stop and bow respectfully upon seeing these beings.
As for the Black Blood Species, they didn't attack on sight like those on the surface, who would lunge at any potential prey.
The two groups seemed to exist in a state of peaceful coexistence.
Regarding this phenomenon, Hu Qi had already figured out the reason for it during his meal.
