Lu Ban did not know these two people.
Or rather, before seeing the information Trist had given him, Lu Ban had never even had any impression of them.
That was normal enough. If Lu Ban discovered that he had known this couple before, it would only further prove that this was a fabricated world, because in the real world, Lu Ban had never had any contact with this merchant couple.
They should have been in their fifties, but they looked even older, perhaps because the grief of losing their son had caused them to age prematurely.
They were clearly Chinese. They wore Hawaiian shirts and shorts, their calm expressions carrying a hint of tension.
"This is Mr. Zou Changyu and his wife, Ms. Sun Shuzhi. The villa over there should be their property."
Trist explained.
Although it was midsummer and the sunlight shone directly down from the equator, it did not feel especially hot on the island. The slightly fishy sea breeze swept past, carrying away the heat and making the air feel cool instead.
Lu Ban suddenly felt as though he were carrying out a mission in a foreign land. The cold, indifferent text prompts from the Silent Land were gone, as were all those strange and wondrous supernatural powers. Everything now depended on him.
He looked toward the luxurious villa on the mountain. Although it was bathed in sunlight, the villa still seemed somewhat gloomy.
Years of wind and rain had left the building's outer walls covered in mottled marks. Moss grew thickly in the shaded corners, while the parts scorched by sunlight over the years had faded to a dull color, with some even cracked.
"Damn rich people."
Trist could not help sighing.
Lu Ban had read the relevant information on the plane. Zou Changyu's company mainly