章節 68: 65 When the willows darken and the flowers brighten, another village appears

The girl in the photograph was eerily familiar, it was none other than Mazao, who haunted my dreams!

The picture must have been taken at night, as the background sky was dark. Mazao walked on the deserted street, with no pedestrians nearby, and the shops on both sides had already closed their doors. I recognized this street; it was the pedestrian street in the neighboring district. It's usually a much busier place, but it looked deserted in the photograph, which meant it must have been taken in the early hours of the morning.

Mazao's face, covered by a mask, did not reveal any emotion, and her gaze seemed to be searching the surroundings for something, her posture subtly conveying alertness and tension. Oddly, she didn't seem to notice the person taking the photo.

Why would Zhu Shi give me a photograph that featured Mazao? Weren't we talking about the Fallen Demon Hunter?