...Who?
Zhou You instinctively gripped the knife in his arms. At the same time, he subtly hunched his body, ready to spring into action at any moment.
The days spent in the uninhabited wilderness had indeed made him let down his guard. He hadn't expected anything to call out to him here.
Just don't know if it's a ghost or a demon.
But when he raised his head, he saw something he hadn't expected.
...It was a person.
And not just one or two, either. There were more than ten of them.
They all looked dusty and travel-worn, but there was no doubt they were human. The one leading them was a middle-aged man in his thirties. He was leading a donkey and walking toward Zhou You with a smile.
"Little brother, don't be too nervous. We mean you no harm. We just never expected to see a living person in a place like this, so we were surprised and called out to you. Please forgive us if we were rude."
Zhou You didn't hurry to reply.
First, he glanced at his wrist.
The copper bell hung there quietly, showing no sign of ringing.
Then he lifted his eyes and looked over the caravan.
Most of them looked like merchants who had spent years on the road. The only unusual thing was how ruddy their complexions were. Their skin even glistened with a layer of oil.
That's strange. It's so dry for miles around that there isn't even a drop of water. How did these people manage to keep their complexions looking so good?
Zhou You considered it for a few seconds, but in the end, he shook his head.
From their faces, the people in this caravan truly seemed to mean no harm. They were simply curious.
So Zhou