646 What A Fateful Meeting

Nobody wanted to court death. The moment those words tumbled out of Puppeteer's lips, the two humans and flesh worm reacted instantly and immediately darted behind him. 

After having gone through a ton of life-threatening events, almost all of the posthumans had acquired a primal instinct that would find the best route to steer themselves away from danger. Although the heavy fog disrupted their vision, they were very certain that there must be a platform in the direction where Puppeteer came from. They did not even have to worry about the distance at all since the carpet in between would catch them should they fail to estimate the gap and fall. Moreover, was there any safer place than Puppeteer's back? 

When the rustling of the carpet reached their ears, the three of them leaped onto a platform.