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"What did you say, Nan?" Nan Luo was confused.

Nan Hua knew very well that those people were not crazy or anything, but they were dolls. They were forced to do that if they didn't want to die.

And their nicknames were dolls.

"They're dolls."

"Dolls?" Feng Ao Si blinked his eyes in confusion.

"Do you mean those grass item shaped like human?" Nan Luo naturally didn't know much about it. In fact, in this war era, the entertainment was very lacking. There were definitely no dolls like it was in Nan Hua's previous world.

The so called dolls that these people knew were the dry grass that was tied together to form the shape of human or other animals. It was sometimes made by the children in the countryside and used to play.

For those at the noble families, they didn't usually play such games.

After all, they were already too busy with a lot of education.