535 What?

The black-and-white movie flashed in tandem with the rattle of the projector. From time to time, there were specks of black dots here and there on the screen. Right now, there was the view of a street in Kyoto on the screen. The street was empty, as the group of samurai—who were supposed to be inside the movie—had disappeared. The gang of samurai remained colored in the same bleak tone of the monochromatic film. Staring sombrely from the other side of the screening room, they began to march towards Lin Sanjiu.

Hearing the voice, Lin Sanjiu looked over her shoulders, and she couldn't help but curse inwardly.