84 Silhouette of the Old World

Long Yuehong felt enlightened when he heard Jiang Baimian's words, but he also felt like he had fallen into a dream. He couldn't help but look around again. He couldn't connect the Heartless—who were seriously cleaning the fallen leaves and wiping the windows—with the ingrained image in his mind.

It wasn't like the Old Task Force had never encountered the Heartless in this ruin on their way to the City Intelligence Network Control Center. They were the same species as the ones outside. They were fierce, irrational, and filled with aggression. They had strong hunting instincts as if they had degenerated to the point when humans had just escaped their feral state.

Back then, if someone had told Long Yuehong that the Heartless here would sweep the floor, wipe the windows, and maintain the wires, he definitely would've scoffed at them and treated them as a joke.

But this scene was actually happening in front of him now.