Jiang Junyi knew that Wan Qingyun was powerful, but under such circumstances, his subconscious thought was always Wan Qingyun's safety.
This has nothing to do with strength or skill level.
Whether it's Lesser Grandmaster or Grandmaster.
He just didn't want her to be in danger.
In fact, Jiang Junyi had discussed with Wan Qingyun about letting her stay, but Wan Qingyun was very firm in her opposition.
Having no other choice, I brought her to Takla.
Jiang Junyi suddenly smiled, "If we really encounter danger, we'll be a pair of star-crossed lovers."
"Then remember to hold me tighter." Wan Qingyun smiled and pinched Jiang Junyi's cheek.
Looking at Wan Qingyun's expression, Jiang Junyi suddenly slapped himself.
"Huh? What are you doing?" Wan Qingyun was taken aback.
Jiang Junyi: "This mouth of his only says unlucky things. We should have a smooth and safe life."
"Yes, yes, that's right." Wan Qingyun gently rubbed Jiang Junyi's slightly reddened right cheek. "Does it hurt?"
"There's one thing I need my wife to blow on~"
"Blow, blow, blow, whoosh~~"
Wan Qingyun gently blew on Jiang Junyi's cheek.
"Does it still hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt anymore~"
Wan Qingyun tapped Jiang Junyi's forehead. "Like a child."
"Hey-hey."
After a minor incident, the slightly heavy atmosphere dissipated considerably.
"Let's get some rest for the night. Uncle Wu has probably already started his operation."
Jiang Junyi spoke, he carried Wan Qingyun to the bed.
"Operation?" Wan Qingyun blinked, asking curiously, "What operation?"
Jiang Junyi thought for a moment:
" Uncle Wu's habit is that once he arrives at a place, he must grasp the basic information about it in a short period of time."
"Because he has so much to learn, I'll just call it basic information."
Wan Qingyun nodded thoughtfully, "As expected of Uncle Wu."
On the other hand, it is actually just as Jiang Junyi said.
After putting his things away, Uncle Wu had already begun his operation.
He was sitting next to a local, asking questions and taking notes, "You mean, that dangerous place is in the no-man's-land?"
"That's right, that's a restricted area."
The man who spoke took a swig of wine, a hint of fear showing on his face.
"I once had a friend who survived a great calamity, but when he came back, he kept repeating 'Mother is not dead, Mother is not dead.'"
"But I carried his mother's coffin with my own hands..."
Uncle Wu frowned. "Where is he now?"
The man shook his head. "He's dead. He mistook the mud, stones, and pieces of wood for the food his mother was cooking for him, and choked to death."
Mo Jie, standing to the side, spoke up, "It could be a hallucination."
Uncle Wu nodded. "It does sound very similar."
The man shook his head repeatedly. "It's different, it's an illusion, people can still break free."
"But that thing, I can't break free from."
Uncle Wu: "Do you know how to get there?"
"I advise you not to even consider going there. Every year there are outsiders like you, and after they go, I've never seen them come out again," the man advised.
Uncle Wu: "It's nothing, I'm just looking into it."
Seeing this, the man sighed and said, "Alright. You can ask Dilinar, who sells pomegranates at the end of the street, about this."
Uncle Wu patted the man on the shoulder and stood up. "Thank you."
"Let's go." Uncle Wu put away his notebook.
Mo Jie looked at Uncle Wu curiously. "You mastered the language here in just ten minutes?"
That's right, the entire conversation between Uncle Wu and the man was in the local language.
"This is an essential skill for a qualified housekeeper." Uncle Wu walked towards the end of the street.
Mo Jie shook his head; this guy really cared about the word "butler".
After walking for a while, the two saw an elderly woman rocking in a rocking chair, with a basket of unripe pomegranates placed on it.
"Excuse me, may I bother you for a moment?" Uncle Wu asked.
Dilinar opened her eyes, her pupils cloudy. "You want to buy unripe pomegranates too?"
"We have something we'd like to ask you." Uncle Wu bowed slightly.
Dilinar sat up slightly. "About Kuoik?"
Uncle Wu: "This Kuoik..."
"It's the dangerous place that you outsiders call a dangerous place."
Dilinar sighed.
"Every year there are people like you who don't believe in superstitions..."
"Ask away. If it can be of any help, it will be a good deed."
Uncle Wu squatted down and took out his notebook. "How should we get there?"
"On the way to the Takla Oasis, if you look closely, you will see a direction with sand dunes rising on both sides; that is the road to Kuoik."
"That requires attention..."
Just as Uncle Wu was about to ask about things to be careful about, Mo Jie reached out and interrupted him.
Mo Jie also crouched down. "What will we encounter when we officially enter?"
"Heh, the Wind Cry Pass." Dilinar chuckled, though it was a little eerie. "The rock riddled with holes will bring the cries of the dead."
Mo Jie glanced at Uncle Wu, the meaning of which was self-evident—"Record it."
Uncle Wu didn't waste any time and took out his notebook to start taking notes.
" Kuoik have any special terrain?" Mo Jie continued to ask.
"Yes, there are solid rocks spreading across the sand; those are places where God shelters mortals." A hint of piety appeared in Dilinar's eyes.
"Shelter? Does that mean a natural disaster will occur?"
"It depends on fate. If you're unlucky, you'll get lost in the sandstorm as soon as you step in."
"Is there absolutely no pattern to how these sandstorms occur?"
"If you can capture the moment a grain of sand leaps up, then you can barely spot it."
Next, Mo Jie asked many detailed and crucial questions.
There were some things that Uncle Wu hadn't even considered.
After Mo Jie finished asking questions, he asked some other questions.
Finally, we have obtained the surface information about Kuoik.
Uncle Wu handed over a red bill and picked up two unripe pomegranates. "Grandma, consider this a token of my gratitude."
"Hehe, okay." Dilinar smiled, her wrinkles tangling together.
After expressing their gratitude, the two turned and left.
As they walked, the Mo Jie said, "How credible do you think what she said is?"
"We'll find out tomorrow... but her facial muscles didn't change much when she spoke, so it doesn't seem fake."
Uncle Wu turned his head and glanced at it as he spoke.
To their astonishment, Dilinar had vanished.
"So quick and agile?"
"Um?"
Mo Jie heard Uncle Wu's murmur and followed his gaze, discovering the empty end of the street.
"I guess they need to rest now."
"Um."
As they passed the campfire, Mo Jie's thin, sharp eyebrows furrowed slightly before relaxing.
The two returned to their room, and a silence fell over them.
"If you need to change your clothes, I'll excuse myself."
Uncle Wu spoke first.
"Also, I have disinfected the bathroom items, tested the shower head, and arranged the corresponding toiletries. You can use it with peace of mind."
"Just please open the door for me when the time comes."
The Mo Jie's lips parted slightly; this man was a bit too delicate.
Actually, the sandstorm was quite strong when I went out just now.
However, considering a few factors, she decided to go straight to sleep.
But when everything is arranged and delivered to you, and you have no worries whatsoever...
It's really hard to refuse.
Mo Jie hesitated for a moment. "Troublesome."
Uncle Wu nodded, instinctively wanting to bow.
Suddenly remembering that this was a colleague, he stopped in his tracks, turned around, and left through the door.