Xu Huo stopped, and the person in front of him stopped as well. Because of the obstruction by the person behind the wheelchair, he couldn't confirm whether the person sitting in the wheelchair in front was another version of himself, but the back of the person behind the wheelchair had an obviously abnormal physique.
He was excessively elongated, his height and skeletal structure losing normal proportions, resembling a stretched dough.
The person's hands were on the wheelchair, head slightly tilted forward — given his height, even bowing his head wouldn't make it easy to touch the person sitting in the wheelchair, but observing his posture, Xu Huo felt as though the person behind him was lowering his head in a similar manner, peering at him.
An illusion?
It didn't feel like an illusion because Xu Huo distinctly sensed the presence of something behind him, unless there was something here capable of completely dulling his senses.
