In the dim light, that figure always had its back turned to him.
The silhouette stood right in the center of what was clearly also an altar room, at the location of the circular altar.
The figure was thin and stood upright. Even using the night vision device, Lin Yue couldn't make out its true features.
Was he a beggar or a survivor?
The shotgun in Lin Yue's hand remained ready. At this distance of dozens of meters, any attempt by the other party to attack would be futile.
That is, assuming the other party actually had the intent to attack.
Lin Yue glanced at the person's hands: one dangled at his side while the other seemed to be in front, obscured from view.
This person...
"Squirm, squirm." Black Dot and Red Line darted out directly and circled a few times in front of the figure.
"Is this... a dead person?" Lin Yue's tense nerves relaxed slightly as Black Dot and Red Line did not signal any warning, suggesting that might indeed be the case.
