A group of Unified Nation soldiers arrived at the river where Wu Ji had drunk water earlier.
These soldiers wore matching black uniforms with the Unified Nation emblem on them, steel helmets on their heads, standard-issue rifles in their hands, and collapsible batons hanging from their belts.
One of the soldiers was a dog-man. He had a canine head and ears, with an incredibly sharp sense of smell. He wore special military gear, with a container full of scent samples on his back and a customized scent-tracking gun in his hand.
The dog-man bent down and sniffed the wrapper by the river carefully. He looked up and said in a low voice: "This wrapper was opened recently. The scent is fresh."
Another soldier checked the grass in the forest and found some flattened patches. He pointed in that direction and said: "These tracks are recent. The direction is... that massacred village?"
The dog-man sniffed the wrapper again and confirmed: "The person who left this scent hasn't been gone long. And the direction is definitely Silent Fog Village."
"Looks like the kid headed to Silent Fog Village," the squad leader said coldly.
Meanwhile, Wu Ji stared at the mentally unstable middle-aged man in front of him and cautiously moved closer.
"Hey... hello?" Wu Ji asked softly.
The man didn't react at all. He just stood there blankly, his eyes empty.
Wu Ji quickly tried a few different languages to communicate.
"Lei hou ma?" (Cantonese) "Bonjour?" "ni hau?" "Moshi moshi?"
Still no response. The man just trembled slightly.
Wu Ji felt a bit helpless. He tried again: "Who are you?"
Hearing Wu Ji's voice, the man finally reacted. He looked up and stammered: "I... I... I..."
"Can you take me to your place for a bit?" Wu Ji asked carefully.
The man paused for a moment, then nodded silently. He started walking, with Wu Ji following.
On the way, Wu Ji tried to ask about the book.
"Do you know a book called Blade of Fate?" Wu Ji asked.
As soon as he heard the name "Blade of Fate," the man seemed triggered. He suddenly grabbed his head and screamed.
"AHHHHH! No! Brother Xin! Mom! No!" He babbled incoherently. "I want to fight together..."
Wu Ji quickly grabbed his arm, concerned. "Are you okay?"
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"Fight together? Is he a survivor from the resistance?"
On the way to the man's house, Wu Ji tried to make small talk, but the man's answers were always broken and stammering.
"What's your name?" Wu Ji asked.
"I... I..." The man struggled to say his own name.
"Never mind. Let's skip that," Wu Ji said, trying to comfort him.
"Have you lived here long?" Wu Ji asked again.
"Lo... ng... ti... me..." the man replied.
A little while later, they finally reached the man's home. But what Wu Ji saw was nothing but ruins.
The other houses in the village were damaged too, but at least you could still tell what they used to be. Only this man's house was completely destroyed — nothing left but a pile of rubble.
"Why is this one ruined so badly? " Wu Ji wondered to himself.
The man silently led Wu Ji into the rubble. They crawled through narrow gaps, squeezing between broken walls and debris. Dust and the stench of rot filled the air — it was unbearable.
After crawling for a while, they came to a staircase leading down.
"A basement!?" Wu Ji said in surprise.
Once inside the basement, they could finally stand up. They walked down the stairs slowly. At the end was an iron door.
"You still haven't told me your name." Wu Ji asked. 6Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtB5S5snXUf
The man turned around and looked at Wu Ji. He spoke slowly:
While he pulled open the iron door and tell Wu Ji in a calm voice
"Pose... Pose Lee. My name is Pose Lee."
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