“So who is this old man?” Sara asked.
“He must have been a desperate man who sold his soul to the evil spirits. They used him as a
puppet to gain the trust of people.”
I don’t know how, but we found ourselves in Yolyn Am. The teleport was so sudden that you
wouldn’t know it has happened.
After Bolad dropped us off at Dalanzadgad, we just wanted to go home and had no desire to
stay here to continue our trip, not even to fill up our stomach.
I wonder if there are Death Worms imposing as people in this world that we live in? Could
it be my colleague who stops by to talk to me? My lovely neighbour who says kind words to me
every morning? Or perhaps someone I haven’t met yet, a random stranger who passes by me on
the streets?
