A man, wearing a black-and-white striped patient clothes, was quietly staring at the door glass in front of a bakery, as if he was looking at himself in the mirror. He looked entirely normal. But as normal as he was, the fact that he was in this place was strange. Even Lin Sheng had to exhaust a large amount of holy power to stand here safely, let alone an ordinary human with no supernatural ability.
Lin Sheng slowly walked toward him. He could see the loose golden hair dangling down the back of the man's head. The man was thin at the top, his neck had disappeared because he was too obese. Through the patient's clothes, Lin Sheng could make out the beads of sweat on the back of his neck.
"Are you human, still alive?" He had thought of just killing him. But thinking there might be survivors here, he thought the better of it. So he asked.