...Enemies?
Forget Zhou You—even Sansan didn't feel that way.
That shadow was extremely blurry, as if it might scatter at any moment. Forget Zhou You; even Sansan could deal with the thing with ease.
"What is that?"
The words were spoken softly, yet received no response.
The gray human figure seemed as if it couldn't see the two of them at all. It simply stood there quietly for a while, then stepped forward, staggering ahead.
Its pace wasn't fast, but for some reason, in the blink of an eye, it had already covered a long stretch of distance. After Zhou You pondered for a few seconds, he said directly, "Follow it!"
Sansan naturally had no objection.
The gray human figure kept walking forward like that, seemingly aimless—yet as it advanced, the scenery around them gradually began to change.
The thin mist still hadn't dispersed, but faintly, shapes of rock and soil could be seen.
All of a sudden, the figure abruptly stopped.
Zhou You didn't catch up. He stood not far away, wanting to see what exactly this thing was up to.
After a long while, the figure suddenly spoke.
That voice was extremely indistinct; it was impossible to even tell whether it was male or female.
"It" lifted its head and said, "Let's do it here. What do you think?"
Suddenly, an even blurrier figure appeared beside "it."
It looked like an old man, but its voice was much clearer than "its."
"Not much. This place is just one big mountain gully. No resources, no transportation—even the guerrillas in the South American jungles wouldn't choose a place like this as a base. Are you insane, picking here?"
"It" fell silent for a few seconds, then said helplessly, "Uncle Wen, can we not make our roast quite that savage?"
"This