Qin Sheng left the house where Ham had died, intending to report the situation here to the Nighthawks squad.
Before he had even left South Street, a burly man approached him head-on. He looked around thirty, with burnt-yellow eyebrows and bright, deep-blue eyes.
Qin Sheng glanced at the man. Based on the sensory spell he had developed, this person was also a Beyonder. His physical strength far surpassed his spirituality, and he carried a strong scent of the sea. He was most likely a pirate.
Mysteries World was unlike worlds such as Shrouding the Heavens or Battle Through the Heavens. There was no such thing as using Divine Thought or soul power to sense someone and instantly discern their realm.
In Klein's original plot, whether it was his first or second time entering Backlund, as long as he did not take the initiative to expose himself, no one he came into contact with knew he was a Beyonder or what Sequence he was. He blended in with the crowd.
You never knew whether someone passing by you might be a Demigod, or whether the postman delivering your letters was actually an Angel.
It truly was paradise for schemers.
"Kid, wait a moment!" the yellow-browed man said.
Qin Sheng: "..."
Would one glance get him killed?
"Have you seen anyone suspicious around here?" the yellow-browed man asked.
"What kind of suspicious?"
"For example, someone who looked extremely bad-tempered, or someone who looked like a pirate."
"Yes." Qin Sheng nodded.
A hint of delight appeared in the yellow-haired man's eyes as he pressed, "Where is he?"
"Do you want the truth?"
"Of course."
Why would I ask you otherwise? It's not like I'm brain-dead.
"Right in front of me." Qin Sheng chose to tell the truth. He was the sort of person