Zhao Sifang looked conflicted.
He had planned to return to hunting gods after bringing Liu Dazhi back to the Safe Zone.
But now Liu Dazhi had left his things with him, keeping him from leaving anytime soon.
He was kindhearted, but he was no pushover who would neglect his own business for someone else.
"Liu Dazhi, if you leave your bag with me, won't I have to keep following you around? You're already inside the Safe Zone. Can't you handle the rest yourself?"
Qin Siyang smiled at Zhao Sifang again. "Brother Zhao, don't worry. I promise you'll be satisfied with my answer in a little while! Your whole family will thank you!"
"Let me thank you on behalf of my whole family, then! Liu Dazhi, we just happened to meet on the road. I brought you back out of kindness. You can't just latch onto me..."
Without explaining, Qin Siyang walked through the Safe Zone's gates.
Zhao Sifang felt utterly helpless.
He wanted to throw Qin Siyang's bag straight onto the ground.
But years of good upbringing stopped him from doing it, leaving him no choice but to follow.
As soon as Qin Siyang entered the Safe Zone, he smelled pungent incense and the acrid odor of burning paper.
Taking a closer look, he found an entire crowd offering incense and burning paper offerings for him.
It was quite a grand affair, too.
Most people burned paper offerings in a brazier.
There were so many people burning offerings for Qin Siyang that they had commissioned a fire vat nearly as big as two bathtubs.
People surrounded it, burning paper offerings for Qin Siyang while tearfully lamenting how much they missed him.
Some wore Church attire, some wore formal school clothes, some wore United Government uniforms, and some wore military camouflage.