Uncle Wu leaned against the wall in the corridor, quietly looking at the ceiling.
He was sorting through the information about Kuoik Dilinar had just given him, and there was a hint of worry between his brows.
Dilinar's last words made him a little uneasy.
Remember, there, individual force doesn't determine everything.
Uncle Wu considered calling for reinforcements, but based on the intelligence, it didn't seem to be a matter of force.
This means that there are some things that Jiang Junyi and Wan Qingyun may have to do on their own.
This made him, the most arrogant butler, somewhat uncomfortable.
After carefully organizing my thoughts for about thirty minutes, I heard the sound of the doorknob turning in front of me.
"Come in," came the Mo Jie's androgynous yet sexy voice.
Uncle Wu pushed open the door and saw Mo Jie holding a towel, drying his neat short hair as he walked towards the bed.
Shift your gaze downwards...
Uncle Wu immediately closed his eyes. What was that white thing?
Mo Jie, seeing no movement behind him, turned around and glanced at the scene.
Seeing this, I couldn't help but find it amusing. "At your age, you're still shy?"
"Do not look at what is improper." Uncle Wu walked slowly, touching the wall.
Mo Jie was wearing rather loose pajamas that completely covered her pajama bottoms, and she was also quite tall.
So what Uncle Wu saw visually was—all legs from the hem of his clothes down.
A style often seen in mature women.
Mo Jie sat on the edge of the bed, crossed his legs, and said, "Don't mind me, I might be older than you."
Uncle Wu slightly opened his right eye and glanced at Mo Jie.
Seeing that the other person was scrolling through their phone with an indifferent expression, I finally opened my eyes with relief.
Uncle Wu took off his coat and hung it on the hanger, then pulled the blanket over and lay down on the bed, his back to Mo Jie.
Aunt Zhao was right—he's an old Chu Nan!
"You look very young," Uncle Wu replied to Mo Jie's earlier words.
" Martial Artist tend to live long lives, but I'm a little different; my adolescence lasts a long time (similar to the lifespan of Saiyan )," Mo Jie said calmly.
She looked up at this point, and almost laughed again:
"Hey, you look like you're in your thirties or forties, haven't experienced this before?"
Uncle Wu remained silent, only shaking his head repeatedly.
"Alright." Mo Jie smiled, pulled the blanket over himself, and said, "Turn off the lights."
"Smack!"
"Just one more thing, I can sleepwalk, so be careful at night."
The following day, in Jiang Junyi's room.
Jiang Junyi paced around Uncle Wu, pinching his chin and looking him up and down. "Hmm, Uncle Wu, what did you do last night? You look a little... haggard?"
"It's nothing, Young Master, I just had a nightmare," Uncle Wu.
"Is that so?" Jiang Junyi looked at Uncle Wu with suspicion.
His intuition told him that something was wrong.
But reason told him that Uncle Wu was not that kind of person.
After much thought, I decided to give up.
"Alright, do you two have anything to say?" Jiang Junyi returned to Wan Qingyun's side and looked at the two of them.
Upon hearing this, Uncle Wu and Mo Jie became serious:
"That's how it is..."
Uncle Wu began to explain the general situation of Kuoik, while Mo Jie took out a piece of white paper and drew something on it.
"This is where we'll go in; there will be rocks full of holes."
On the white paper, two black lines represent the Dao.
The large circle next to it containing the smaller circle is the rock.
Jiang Junyi and Wan Qingyun nodded expressionlessly. They didn't understand, but they knew it was referring to stones.
"Then..." Mo Jie drew a big circle, and then drew a corner in the center.
She pointed with her pen. "When you see this, you should say that if you encounter danger, such as a sandstorm or something, this thing might have a protective effect."
Jiang Junyi: (; 一_一)
Wan Qingyun: (ー_ー゛)
Uncle Wu sighed slightly and picked up the white paper under Mo Jie's puzzled gaze.
He swung the pencil around with a "swish, swish, swish" sound.
That hand speed was so fast that it left afterimages.
Soon, a clear and detailed sketch appeared before everyone.
Sandstorms, rocks, and solid walls.
Mo Jie paused for a moment. "That's exactly what I mean."
"Understood," Jiang Junyi Wan Qingyun replied.
"If a sandstorm comes, it's very important that we grab each other immediately!" Mo Jie said solemnly.
"Yes." Uncle Wu was unusually serious.
Jiang Junyi and Wan Qingyun frowned slightly. "Okay."
"In the worst-case scenario, if we are separated, we must have enough water and food!" Uncle Wu said in a deep voice.
"Good!"
About an hour later, the four of them were ready to go.
Jiang Junyi: "Ready to depart."
After saying that, he picked up Wan Qingyun and headed for the stairs, while Mo Jie carried the wheelchair.
Uncle Wu looked at his empty hands with a start, feeling a little uneasy.
Although he was carrying BTD Heavy Tactical Backpack on his back, which had an extra-large capacity.
Not only him, but Jiang Junyi was also carrying the same backpack, while Wan Qingyun had a medium-sized backpack on her lap.
A large tractor was parked on the side of the road.
The iron plate is large enough to accommodate four people.
This was a place that Uncle Wu had painstakingly found early in the morning. Many locals shook their heads in fear of contracting misfortune when they heard the location of Kuoik.
The tractor driver didn't appear until he had taken out a thick stack of photos.
"Rat-a-tat-tat..."
On the wide cement road, the tractor, belching black smoke, moved slowly.
You know what, at this speed, appreciating the vast desert on both sides has a unique charm.
Jiang Junyi watched Wan Qingyun curiously examining the tractor and couldn't help but smile, "Never seen one before?"
"No." Wan Qingyun shook her head.
"In the old days, this thing was comparable to a modern Mercedes."
"Really?"
"Really." Jiang Junyi smoothed Wan Qingyun's messy hair. "Moreover, if any family had one of these at their wedding back then, it would have been incredibly prestigious."
Wan Qingyun opened her mouth slightly and nodded earnestly.
Jiang Junyi then told Wan Qingyun a lot more, and for a moment the atmosphere on the tractor seemed very warm and comfortable.
The billowing black smoke seemed to have softened, even losing its pungent smell.
Uncle Wu glanced at his Young Master Young Madam, smiled, and looked away.
Turning my head, I saw Mo Jie with his legs crossed, looking out at the distant desert.
Sunlight fell on her short, wispy hair, and the wind blowing from the wilderness gently kissed her thin lips.
Uncle Wu gazed into her eyes, which were deep and serene yet held a weariness that did not belong to her face.
As if sensing the gaze, Mo Jie tilted his head slightly, saw Uncle Wu with a calm expression, and tilted his head back.
"What?"
"It's alright, just be careful from now on."
"Um."