They arrived in a small town.
Lu Chengwen had his phone confiscated, along with everything else he had.
Feng Xianzi changed into a set of civilian clothes with him.
Feng Xianzi wore casual clothes, sneakers, a baseball cap, and a mask. Lu Chengwen wore a T-shirt, jeans, and sneakers, along with a mask.
Lu Chengwen said, "Beauties, these clothes are so cheap they're chafing my skin. How about this? I'll cover all our expenses. Give me back my phone, and I'll buy you designer brands..."
"Shut up!"
"Hey, can you stop telling me to shut up all the time? The two of us are running for our lives right now. My suggestions are all for your own good. Besides, I'm starving to death..."
Feng Xianzi raised her hand to hit him, and Lu Chengwen quickly stepped back. "I won't say another word! This outfit is great. Convenient for delivering takeout."
Feng Xianzi took Lu Chengwen to a used-car market and bought a beat-up Santana that had changed hands who knew how many times.
In the suburbs, there was a village.
The car drove into an ordinary farmhouse in the village.
Feng Xianzi led Lu Chengwen inside.
At the entrance, a young man was tending to some flowers.
Lu Chengwen looked around.
The ordinary courtyard had a bluestone-paved ground that had been sprinkled with water and was very clean. There were flowers and plants all around. It was obvious that the owner was patient and enjoyed the finer things in life.
Then he looked at the young man. He seemed to be under thirty, but there appeared to be something wrong with his eyes.
"You're here."
His voice was pleasant too, gentle and soft.
"Mm." Feng Xianzi answered, walked straight to the water jar, scooped up half a ladle of water,