Chapter 317: "This person... seems to have a serious mental illness."

"Something here doesn't feel quite right."

Scar Dog furrowed his brows, taking a careful look at everything in front of him.

The scene before him was charming, like a painting, but there was something off about it. What's off? He couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"Hang on—"

He suddenly realized something and looked ahead with an odd expression: "Isn't it a bit too quiet around here? It doesn't seem to be alive."

Indeed.

There weren't any living creatures or life forms amidst the tall dog tail grass here. Most importantly, there wasn't even a trace of wind.

The dog tail grass was showing no signs of swaying.

Everything in front of him looked like a three-dimensional version of a two-dimensional image.

"Is this what the God Civilization made?"