Looking Down On Me?

A figure slowly landed on the rooftop.

It was extremely strange. There was no afterimage at all, as if this person had transformed from the wind. At this moment, he stood on the rooftop and looked into the distance with a cold smile.

"I didn't come out in vain. Interesting, very interesting." The figure muttered to himself in the language of the bandits. Then, a gust of wind blew again and brought the person away. The entire rooftop acted as if nothing had happened.

This situation made the youths widen their eyes and rub them hard.

"Did you see someone standing by the rooftop just now?"

"Did you see them too? Where is that person now? Did they jump down?"

Everyone hurriedly lay on the edge of the rooftop and looked down, but there was no one. This person was like a ghost. He was too terrifying and incomparably strange.