Lin Zheyu examined himself; he didn't quite look the part, but as long as one didn't look closely, it was indistinguishable.
He found a hidden spot to stash his knife and pouch, then mingled with the refugees.
The people in the square hadn't dispersed yet; each of them was holding a bowl, eagerly drinking the meat soup.
Lin Zheyu also went over to get a bowl of meat soup, blending into the crowd with his bowl in hand.
Standing in the square, he looked closely at the demon god statue.
Lin Zheyu prepared himself mentally; if the illusion of the demon god's shadow appeared again, he would immediately look away.
However, he stared for a good two or three minutes, and the previous illusion did not reappear.
The demon god statue looked quite ordinary, unlike before when it seemed as if it might come to life.
"Does the miraculous phenomenon only occur during prayer and worship?" Lin Zheyu speculated.
He mingled with the refugees, eavesdropping on their conversations.
