Circle People

The villagers who had just been suffering oppression and abuse suddenly discovered that all the Japanese Soldiers had vanished.

It was as if what they had endured a minute ago had only been an illusory nightmare. Once they cautiously came back to their senses, they poked their heads out from the old, dilapidated houses to check the situation outside.

They found that all the Japanese Soldiers, like little demons from hell, had disappeared.

"Hey! Uncles and aunties, it's all right now, it's all right. Those Japanese Soldiers are gone. We got lost, so could someone spare us something to eat? We're starving to death."

Wu Gensheng greeted the villagers with a grin. Rubbing his stomach, he smiled awkwardly.

After traveling with Lin Feng these past few days, Wu Gensheng had realized that if not for him, Lin Feng would not even need to eat.

Lin Feng frowned slightly. He walked into the seemingly abandoned village, looking at the heads peeking out from the earthen houses, and forced a fairly kind smile onto his face.

Yet the moment he smiled, the villagers were so frightened that they instantly ducked back inside and refused to come out again.

"Brother Lin, the killing aura around you is too heavy. Let me handle this."

Seeing this, Wu Gensheng laughed and came to Lin Feng's side, resting a hand on his shoulder.

"Everyone, we truly mean no harm. Look, we're Chinese too."

Wu Gensheng cleared his throat and shouted loudly.

But the villagers still refused to leave their homes. Only after Wu Gensheng patiently called out several more times did an old man, bald over half his head and looking to be sixty or seventy, slowly emerge from a wooden house nearby.

"Young man, you..."

The old man looked Wu Gensheng and Lin Feng up and down.

Wu Gensheng did look Chinese. He wore a coarse cloth jacket and held a conical hat in his hand. His ordinary face bore the dark, rough skin of someone who had farmed for years, making him look just like an ordinary peasant.

But Lin Feng's skin was fine and fair, his long black hair as smooth as the silk the old man had once seen when he went to the city in his youth. The clothes he wore also looked expensive beyond anything they had ever seen.

"You do look Chinese, but this brother of yours, he looks..."

Before the old man could finish, Lin Feng lowered his head and glanced at his own outfit.

He wore a suit coat meant for autumn and winter, so clean that dust never seemed to settle on it. Beneath his straight black suit trousers were pure black high-top leather shoes polished enough to reflect light, without a speck of dust on them. In this countryside filled with mud and yellow dust, he looked utterly out of place.

Then he turned to look at Wu Gensheng's clothes. His coarse jacket had several patches, and beneath his cropped rough-cloth trousers were cloth shoes caked in mud.

Compared with him, Lin Feng's appearance truly looked no less suspicious to these villagers than those Japanese Soldiers.

"I'm Chinese too. I simply traveled abroad and studied foreign knowledge. These are the clothes popular over there."

Lin Feng explained, while also reining in the aura around him.

Wu Gensheng could see it clearly, so naturally Lin Feng could not have been unaware.

The so-called killing aura Wu Gensheng spoke of had accumulated within him through his constant devouring and evolution.

Perhaps everyone in this world's Zensei organization was a heinous villain, and the murderous aura or killing aura on them was heavier than anyone Wu Gensheng had ever encountered.

But the very first person Lin Feng had killed had been torn apart and swallowed directly into his body.

That method had supported Lin Feng until now. Whenever he became angry, the accumulated killing aura around him was enough to take on tangible form.

Once the killing aura was restrained, Lin Feng no longer appeared so strange and distant in the old man's eyes.

His fair and handsome face, along with his refined and tranquil demeanor, made him resemble a scholarly young master from an official or merchant family, someone who inspired yearning at a glance.

"Ah, ah, as long as you're Chinese, that's good, that's good. You're looking for food? But we don't have much left here either. The Japanese Soldiers and bandits took it all."

The old man let out a sigh of relief, and even the wrinkles on his face eased considerably. Yet he rubbed his hands awkwardly. The recent natural disasters and human calamities had made it difficult for all kinds of rural villages and towns to survive.

Some villages with too few young and able-bodied people had practically died out altogether.

"It's fine. Don't we have these? Come on, my brother here can perform tricks. He'll get you food in a moment. You just need to give my brother and me somewhere to stay."

Wu Gensheng patted Lin Feng's shoulder and pointed at several vehicles left by the Japanese Soldiers near the village entrance.

There were not many Japanese vehicles at the entrance, only four or five. One looked like an off-road vehicle, while the others were military trucks that could carry both people and cargo.

When Wu Gensheng had entered from the village entrance earlier, he had glanced at the vehicles and noticed that one or two were covered with dark green canvas.

There were probably either food supplies or firearms beneath them. Either way, they could be useful.

"Oh! Oh! If you can truly make food appear, then this old man will thank you both on behalf of everyone in the village."

At those words, a glimmer of light appeared in the old man's cloudy, numb eyes. As he spoke, he bent down, intending to kneel and kowtow.

But after his already hunched body bent slightly, he could not bend any farther.

It was as though some invisible force had bound his body and prevented him from kneeling.

"Sir, bring the villagers out."

Lin Feng extended his palm in a virtual supporting gesture, using telekinesis from afar to counter the force of the old man's bow.

He turned and patted Wu Gensheng, signaling him to help the old man, before walking toward the military trucks at the village entrance.

Although Wu Gensheng had only recently joined the universally despised Zensei, his heart was still kind when it came to ordinary people.

He had promised the village that Lin Feng would get them food, but Lin Feng did not blame him. After all, Lin Feng himself had intended to help the villagers.

Lin Feng stepped across the ground, where every footfall stirred up yellow dust, and reached the village entrance in a few steps that seemed neither fast nor slow.

The villagers who had just come out of their homes were awestruck by the sight.

These ordinary people had never even seen Circle People before, so how could they have witnessed a godlike method like Lin Feng's?

They crowded around the old man and Wu Gensheng, chattering excitedly.

"Village chief, where did that young man come from? How did he get so far away in an instant just now?"

"Yeah, yeah, Grandpa Village Chief, who is that handsome big brother?"

"Mister, are you with that handsome big brother? Do you know his name?"

Wu Gensheng looked at the little girls before him, all only seven or eight years old, and dark lines seemed to fall across his forehead.

So you can't see this incredibly handsome guy right here?

"His name is Lin Feng. He's a brother I just met, and he's an incredibly formidable guy."

Wu Gensheng threw back his head and laughed, hands on his hips as he described all of Lin Feng's astonishing abilities.

He paid no attention at all to the danger of Circle People like them being exposed to outsiders, nor did he fear that other Circle People would come to denounce them.

Lin Feng stood before the yellow-green vehicle and looked at the dark green canvas covering its cargo bed. With a light wave of his hand, an invisible breeze swept the dust from the canvas.

He grabbed one corner of the canvas and flicked his wrist.

The canvas covering the cargo bed was lifted away at once and landed on the ground beside the vehicle.

Once the canvas was removed, boxes of food and drink were neatly arranged in the cargo bed.

Lin Feng's golden-red eyes swept over them. They were filled with military supplies such as canned food and biscuits. It seemed this squad had been transporting food for the Japanese Soldiers.