Entering the top-secret space, Lin Xiaosu should not have resorted to such a ruthless measure unless absolutely necessary.
But then again, trouble always came with a but...
These two were far too conscientious and responsible. They insisted on testing his genes. Though they looked rustic and, in theory, had nothing to do with modern technology, Lin Xiaosu had no doubt that the bronze disc in their hands could easily detect that he was not from the Litian Tribe.
He had no choice.
He could only kill them!
Once the two men were dead, Lin Xiaosu began taking off his clothes. The next moment, his own clothes entered his Inner Secret Realm, and he put on the clothes and shoes of one of the Litian tribesmen.
The clothes felt slightly cool against his skin, carrying the aura of living things.
The shoes were even more peculiar. They were made entirely from the hide of some creature. They fit his feet snugly and breathed well, somehow proving even more comfortable than genuine leather shoes bought in modern society.
He searched the pockets of both sets of clothes. Inside were crystalline thin slips, each bearing a string of patterns and ancient clerical script: one tael, ten taels, twenty taels, fifty taels.
Banknotes!
These were actually banknotes!
A world's currency system best reflected that world's fundamental character.
Lin Xiaosu understood Utopia less and less.
Within Utopia's main base, the higher-ups carried an extremely strong Daxia aura.
They spoke Chinese.
The boundary gate entering and leaving the Temple was called the "Five Elements Gate."
These were clearly currencies of the Underground World, identical to the monetary system of Daxia's feudal society. Even the writing on them was that of Daxia's feudal era.
What kind of race was this?
What kind of world was this?
Why