Although he did wonder, What if the dead have identifying marks on their clothes? there was more than one town in the Wilderness. At worst, he could head to another one and blend in.
By now, the gunfire was growing more distant. An Jing got to his feet and approached the area where the two sides had exchanged fire.
There was no need to worry about the language. The only thing he had to consider now was danger.
But even with the danger, An Jing had to act. It wasn't just the clothes he needed; he also wanted to try his luck and see if he could find a "live one."
The fighting had been fierce.
When An Jing reached one of the battle sites, he could be sure that this was a world both similar to and different from the Huaixu Realm and the one from his previous life.
Though the gang members in these Wilderness towns wore all kinds of different outfits, many of the designs had features in common. For instance, they all had bulletproof Rain Cloaks made of fiberglass, Gas Masks, and high-tech display screens fashioned from the hanging veils of their conical hats...
The Rain Cloaks and conical hats wrapped around their wearers, shielding them from the acid rain. Their steel Gas Masks covered most of their faces, protecting them from poisonous miasma.
From a distance, they all looked like fishermen on a boat.
But up close, it was clear how much technology had gone into their gear.
"These Rain Cloaks and conical hats, as well as the Sword Boxes for their Flying Swords, are all Dharma Artifacts."
The Sword Spirit sounded surprised. "They're kitted out in Dharma Artifacts from head to toe—the Artifact Crafting techniques in this world are a little too advanced."
"They're