He turned his head to look at the sentry conducting inspections. It was quite far away, and none of the Grey Skins were watching this direction. Good!
Chen Mo quickly stepped forward and gently grabbed the young man. Before he could cry out, Chen Mo immediately released him and repeatedly gestured an apology. Since he could not speak Siamese, he used body language to make himself look like a deaf-mute.
Deaf-mutes existed everywhere in the world. After being grabbed, the young man had originally wanted to shout and curse. After all, anyone would be upset at being suddenly grabbed for no reason while walking down the street.
But when he turned around and saw that it was a deaf-mute, and that Chen Mo had immediately pressed his palms together in apology while making strained ah-ah sounds with his mouth, he realized that Chen Mo could not speak.
The young man understood at once. This was a deaf-mute who had probably mistaken him for someone else. He nodded and waved, indicating that it was fine.
But at that moment, the young man saw that the deaf-mute before him was making some strange gestures. What was he trying to say?
He tried to focus his eyes, only to find that everything had become blurry. No matter how hard he tried, he could not see clearly. Then there was no then—his eyes lost focus in an instant.
For an ordinary person, casting such an illusion spell was extremely easy, and it could make the target lose himself in an instant.
With a sweep of his Spiritual Sense, Chen Mo reached into the young man's upper garment pocket and took out his ID card. After looking at it, he could not understand any of it. He did not know Siamese and had no time