Chapter 1253: Color 3

"Jelly? It does seem so," Tang Ye nodded, agreeing with the apt description.

"But that's not right, is it?"

His eyes roamed as he noticed something amiss; his own voice had appeared, and he had heard it, but it felt foreign, like that of a stranger. Yet he was certain it was his own voice that had described these colors as moving jelly—it was telling him!

As Tang Ye made this realization, the hallucinatory whispers around him became clearer. But not exactly clear—merely distinguishable enough to vaguely grasp their meaning. Many voices, each muttering to themselves, no one engaging in conversation with another. Some were singing, some reciting poetry, some playing with their toys and producing childish plot lines, and some were gaming, their minds exploding with rage.

"Yayayayaya~..."

"Hehe, come blur the lines with me, tsk tsk, you say I'm not here, but you're the one who came looking for me at Haihui Temple."