C969 The Camouflage!

Zhouyang watched as the black shadow slipped into the small house.

Yet inside, the house was empty except for the still-warm meal on the table.

Zhouyang took a seat and picked up the bowl and chopsticks.

He didn't actually eat; instead, he mimicked the motions of dining.

There was no particular reason; in such an environment, the impulse to do so came naturally