Circle People

Chapter 210: Circle People

The villagers, who had just been suffering oppression and infringement, suddenly found that the Japanese devils had all disappeared.

It was as if what they had experienced a minute ago was just a illusory nightmare. When they cautiously came back to their senses, they poked their heads out from the dilapidated houses, checking the situation outside.

They discovered that the Japanese soldiers, like little devils from hell, had all disappeared.

"Hey! Hello, everyone! It's okay, it's okay! The Japanese devils just left. We're lost. Could someone please get us something to eat? We're starving."

Wu Gensheng greeted the villagers with a smile, rubbing his stomach and laughing awkwardly.

Walking with Lin Feng these past few days, Wu Gensheng realized that Lin Feng didn't even need to eat if it weren't for him.

Lin Feng frowned slightly. He walked into the dilapidated village, looking at the heads poking out from the earthen houses, and controlled his face to show a relatively kind smile.

But his smile only frightened the villagers, who quickly retreated back into their houses, no longer coming out.

"Brother Lin, the murderous aura on you is too heavy. Let me handle it."

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

"Everyone, we really don't have any malicious intent. Look, we're Chinese too."

Wu Gensheng coughed lightly, then shouted loudly.

But the villagers were unwilling to come out. It wasn't until Wu Gensheng patiently shouted several more times that an old man, half bald and looking sixty or seventy years old, slowly came out of a wooden house next door.

"Young brother, you..."

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

Wu Gensheng's attire did resemble a Chinese person, wearing a coarse cloth jacket, holding a bamboo hat, and his ordinary face had the deep, rough skin that came from years of farming. He looked like an ordinary farmer.

But Lin Feng had fair and tender skin, and his long black hair was as smooth as the silk the old man had seen when he went to the city in his youth. His clothes, which looked expensive, were something they had never seen before.

"You do look like a Chinese person, but the key is this brother. He looks..."

The old man hadn't finished speaking when Lin Feng looked down at his own attire.

A suit and overcoat that would only be worn in autumn and winter, clean and never gathering dust, straight black suit pants, and a pair of pure black high-top leather shoes that could reflect light, without a speck of dust. In this countryside full of mud and yellow dust, it was very out of place.

He turned his head to look at Wu Gensheng's clothes, a coarse cloth jacket with several patches, and a pair of cloth shoes covered in dirty mud under his seven-quarter-length coarse cloth pants.

Compared to himself, his attire probably looked no different from those Japanese soldiers to these villagers.

"I'm also Chinese, but I've been abroad and studied foreign knowledge. This outfit is popular there."

Lin Feng explained, also restraining his aura.

Wu Gensheng could see it clearly, so Lin Feng naturally knew.

What Wu Gensheng called the murderous aura on his body was accumulated during his constant devouring and evolution.

Perhaps the Zensei organization in this world were all heinous villains, and the killing intent or murderous aura on them was heavier than anyone Wu Gensheng had ever seen.

But from the first person Lin Feng killed, he had forcibly torn them apart and devoured them into his body.

This method had supported Lin Feng to this point. As long as Lin Feng was angry, the accumulated murderous aura on his body was enough to condense into a tangible effect.

After the murderous aura was restrained, Lin Feng's appearance was no longer so strange and distant in the old man's eyes.

His fair and delicate face and refined and pure temperament made him look like a scholar from an official or merchant's family, inspiring longing at first glance.

"Oh, oh, it's good that you're Chinese, it's good that you're Chinese. You're looking for food? But we don't have much here, it's all been robbed by the Japanese soldiers and bandits."

The old man breathed a sigh of relief, and even the wrinkles on his face relaxed a lot.

But he rubbed his hands a little awkwardly. The recent natural and man-made disasters had made it difficult for these rural villages and towns to survive.

Some villages with fewer young and middle-aged people were basically finished.

"It's okay, isn't there these? Come, my brother here can perform magic tricks. I'll have him conjure up some food for you later. Just give me and my brother a place to stay."

Wu Gensheng patted Lin Feng's shoulder, pointing to the several Japanese soldiers' vehicles left at the entrance of the village.

There weren't many Japanese vehicles at the entrance of the village, about four or five. One looked like an off-road model, and the others were military vehicles that could carry people and goods.

When Wu Gensheng entered the village, he glanced at these vehicles. He noticed that one or two of them were covered with dark green tarpaulins.

Inside were probably either food or firearms, which could come in handy.

"Oh! Oh! If you can really conjure up food, this old man will thank you two on behalf of everyone in the village."

The old man's turbid and numb old eyes lit up a little, and he was about to bend down and kowtow.

But the old man's already hunched body couldn't bend down any further after bending a little.

It was as if an invisible force was restraining his body, preventing him from kneeling.

"Old man, bring the villagers out."

Lin Feng stretched out his palm and supported the old man with Telekinesis from a distance, resisting the force of the old man's bending.

He turned and patted Wu Gensheng, signaling him to help the old man, and then walked towards the military vehicles at the entrance of the village.

Although Wu Gensheng had just joined the universally hated Zensei, his heart was still kind when facing ordinary people.

He promised to get food for this village on behalf of Lin Feng, and Lin Feng didn't blame him. After all, Lin Feng himself also intended to help these villagers.

Lin Feng, each step he took kicking up yellow dust, arrived at the village entrance with a few steps that seemed fast yet slow.

This scene astonished the villagers who had just emerged from their homes.

How could these ordinary people, who had never even seen Circle People, have ever witnessed Lin Feng's god-like abilities?

They gathered around the old man and Wu Gensheng from earlier, chattering excitedly.

"Village Chief, what's the background of that young man? How could he suddenly walk so far away just now?"

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

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

Wu Gensheng looked at the several little girls, no older than seven or eight, in front of him, and black lines appeared all over his face.

What, you can't see this handsome guy right here?

"He's called Lin Feng, a brother I just met. He's a very powerful guy."

Wu Gensheng laughed to the sky, hands on his hips, introducing Lin Feng's various miraculous and powerful feats.

Completely unconcerned about the danger of exposing them, Circle People, to those outside the circle, nor afraid of other Circle People coming to punish them.

Lin Feng stood in front of the yellow-green vehicle. He looked at the dark green canvas covering the truck bed, and with a gentle wave of his hand, an invisible breeze stirred up the dust on the canvas.

He picked up a small corner of the canvas and flicked his hand.

The canvas covering the truck bed was instantly lifted and fell to the ground beside the vehicle.

Once the canvas was removed, boxes loaded with food and drink were neatly arranged inside the truck bed.

Lin Feng's golden-red eyes looked over the contents. It was all canned goods, biscuits, and other military supplies. It seemed this team was here to transport food for the Japanese soldiers.