But because they had been in the bodies of the Stitched for so long, these people seemed to have self-awareness, yet they fully accepted the commands of the Stitched.
In the end...
They were all just a part of the Stitched.
Such a part was also hidden in this hunting festival.
Nai Zhi was certain that this lump of flesh from the Stitched, wanting to see the night, would find a way to enter the shopping mall and meet with him.
He could guess that the other party would think of the night demons through the night sky.
But Nai Zhi was not in a hurry.
Since so many prisoners had started pouring into the building, he might as well let the Stitched toy with them first.
After all, the more people that were killed... the stronger the Stitched would become.
And the stronger the Stitched became, the smoother the cooperation between the Night Demon race and the Stitched.
In fact, things had been going much more smoothly than Nai Zhi had imagined.