Others could push forward, but Li Chun could not.
If he pushed forward, he would not be able to return.
While the others reported upward, he pondered carefully.
Elders, village. Village, elders.
Family ties.
He grabbed the two scouts again and repeatedly questioned them about every detail.
"You said the village there had a warm atmosphere, everyone was content, and the elders were happy too?"
"Yes. Everyone was either playing chess or Mahjong, relaxed and happy. I didn't see a single worried person," Scout A nodded.
"But that is contradictory. Why would such a happy village beat you up?"
"We lied."
"No." Li Chun shook his head. "Under normal circumstances, even if you lied, a group of truly happy people would not have such violent tempers. At most, they would scold you a few times and say that the relatives you were looking for were not here."
"Exactly, I thought it was strange too." Scout B, whose face had been beaten into a pig's head, hurriedly agreed.
Li Chun stared at their faces, then suddenly took a photo with his phone.
The two asked in confusion, "What are you doing?"
"Wait, look. If you piece together the bruises on your faces carefully, you can make out three letters!" Li Chun was, after all, an intelligence expert who had undergone special training and was also a Supernatural Being. He spotted the issue at a glance.
Everyone leaned in to look.
In the photo, the injuries on the two men's faces came together to faintly form the symbol "SOS"!
"That is an emergency distress signal!"
"As expected, they did not beat you up for no reason!"
The two scouts who had brought back a plea for help with their faces were on the verge of tears.
"Why couldn't they give us even