The next few months were extremely important. Naturally, he would make the fullest use of these three people, letting Fa Nan see his madness as much as possible so that more manpower could be assigned to him afterward.
Li Yan's figure vanished into the darkness. Before long, he had reached a spot not far from that person, who remained motionless, still curled up on the ground.
Yet Li Yan immediately slowed his steps. Unable to use Divine Sense, he still had to be cautious.
There were no good people here. Under prolonged oppression, all of these people had developed problems of one sort or another. The old man's and yellow-haired youth's words could not be wholly trusted either.
At the same time, Li Yan pricked up his ears and listened constantly for movement behind him. The two had yet to recover, and their heavy panting could still be heard clearly.
From their breathing, Li Yan could judge their distance from him. They were still where they had been and had not followed.
After taking a few more steps, Li Yan arrived within five feet of the person lying on the ground.
That person's disheveled hair was loose and unkempt, and he lay on his side. At such close range, Li Yan's vision was not overly hindered by the darkness.
He could see that the person's body rose and fell slightly from time to time, caused by breathing.
There were already many tears in the person's clothes, and his feet were bare.
His feet and calves were riddled with holes. Li Yan knew they had been pierced by sharp "ghost thorns," leaving his feet and calves covered in black, dried blood.
"Can you hear me?"
Li Yan frowned. Even without sweeping him with Divine Sense, Li Yan felt that someone in