Yang Yong could not help feeling impressed.
Jiang Meng and Zhang Dongyun, this elderly couple, really did have some tricks up their sleeves to have survived the Apocalypse.
At last, they had settled down for the time being.
Beside the vehicle, Long Ya and the old woman carefully helped the children down.
The children's little faces were deathly pale, tears still brimming in their eyes, but fortunately, they were sensible enough not to cry or make a fuss.
Long Ya and the old woman spent quite some time soothing them, then shared out the dry rations they carried before finally calming them down.
Once everything was settled, Jiang Meng walked up to Long Ya and asked without preamble.
"Could we invite the person inside the furnace out to meet us?"
An awkward look crossed Long Ya's face. She was about to politely decline when Yang Yong's voice came from within. "My name is Yang Yong. I'm unable to show myself at present. Please forgive me, sir."
Jiang Meng did not press the matter. He nodded and said no more about it.
He sat on the ground, smoothing out a flat patch, and changed the subject. "Since it's inconvenient, let's talk business."
"Well, I happened to discover something shady about the Red Blessing Rescue Team earlier, so I began investigating."
"I've tracked down their Sacrificial Ceremony sites. Thirteen in all."
Thirteen.
Yang Yong's eyes lit up.
The Red Blessing Rescue Team.
The Sacrificial Ceremonies.
The Eerie Domains.
So far, he had only destroyed two.
This old man actually knew... the locations of thirteen sites?
"Sir, could you tell me where those thirteen sites are?"
Yang Yong dispensed with pleasantries and asked directly.
"Yes."
Jiang Meng did not hesitate either. He picked up a twig and drew a circle on the ground.