The dark figure by the wall, to his surprise, was even darker than elsewhere and had stood there, unmoving, as if frozen in time.
This was clearly not a pose that a normal person would have. Realizing that something was off, Ma Lu turned and ran, taking out the protection of fate as he did so, tossing it and catching it again.
The blank space on the token now displayed the number 9.
Ma Lu pocketed the protection of fate and kept running without stopping, glancing back as he fled. Fortunately, the dark shadow on the other side of the street didn't follow.
Could it be... a misunderstanding? Was it just a statue?
However, to be cautious, Ma Lu didn't go back; instead, he decided to look around elsewhere. But the further he walked, the stronger that odd feeling in his heart became.
The street he was on now reminded him a bit of Shanghai Beach from the last century, in a bustling district.