Jiang Chenchuan walked quietly, observing the surrounding environment vigilantly. As he got deeper and deeper into Ronark City, the closer he got to the exit, the more he could feel the monster aura moving away.
As they kept walking up, light came from above. Following the guide's instructions, they came to an uninhabited platform.
And looking around, it's that familiar yet unfamiliar city.
"I can only send you here."
For guides, this is the furthest distance they can reach and the safest distance.
"There are no infected people in this area. You can enter the main street from that path. The king's temple is in that direction, but it should have been occupied by monsters."
The woman showed them the way. She looked into the distance with a trace of sadness in her eyes.
"However, you have to be careful. Even if they are infected, they still have human consciousness, so..."
"The king is still the king?"
Jiang Chenchuan guessed, and the woman nodded, confirming his guess.
"So, they actually killed their own citizens..."
Potochar was a little angry.
"There is no way, the infected and the infected are antagonistic. We once sent people to the temple to talk, but they did not let those normal people go, but tied them to the cross to show us what a normal human being is. How to become a monster that looks like a ghost but is not a ghost."
The woman lowered her head, her eyes filled with sadness.
"Potochar, the nobles... have changed and become inhumane. But don't worry, the life of the infected is very short. A large part of the infected in the city have died of natural causes, so we just need to be patient. Waiting until they are all dead, we can take back the city of Ronark that belongs to us!"
When she said this, there was light in the woman's eyes, and she firmly believed that Ronark City still had a bright future.
As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Chenchuan asked:
"I would venture to ask, do you know how many uninfected survivors there are in the entire Ronark City?"
"I'm not sure, but I know that there are a dozen gathering points in the city, large and small, and there are more or less people there."
Women only know so much, and Jiang Chenchuan can only rely on himself to take the next road.
The woman wanted Potochar to go back to the gathering point with her, but Potochar refused mercilessly.
"I want to find them."
Potochar muttered quietly.
"But they may...have been infected..."
The woman was a little anxious, but she knew that the child Potochar was stubborn. He left the gathering point and returned from outside the city now. It was his own decision.
Seeing Potochar who could not be persuaded no matter what, the woman could only sigh helplessly:
"Be more careful... about yourself."
The conversation ended and the woman was about to leave. She had fulfilled her duty as a guide. She didn't even ask Jiang Chenchuan about their purpose. She just left a look of pity when she turned back.
As the warm sun slowly floated out from the dark clouds, and the breeze caressed their cheeks, the platform under their feet may be the only safe place for them to stay.
"Early winter."
"I am here."
Chudong, who had been silent all this time, frowned slightly as he looked at the situation in the city. Looking at the deserted streets, he seemed to be able to feel the unusual bustle.
"As soon as we go down, we may encounter monsters."
Chudong crouched down, trying not to reveal his whereabouts.
"You have been a member of the Witch Cult for so long. What do you think about the cursed relic?"
There seemed to be some unusual noises coming from below. In order to avoid being discovered by the monster, Jiang Chenchuan also squatted down and whispered.
"I don't know, but we can go to the old Witch Sect first and take a look."
Chudong said this, turned around and glanced at the recycling box in Jiang Chenchuan's hand, not knowing what he was thinking.
"Walk."
Jiang Chenchuan was about to take action when he heard Potochar from behind suddenly say:
"I came back to find my relatives, so I won't go with you."
"Okay, be careful."
Jiang Chenchuan didn't say much. He stuck his head out and observed for a while, and after confirming that no monster passed by under the stage, he put one hand on the ground and jumped down.
Chudong followed Jiang Chenchuan.
Soon the two of them disappeared from the platform. Potochar watched them turn the corner of the street, lowered his eyes, waited for a while, and then jumped off the side.
The city of Ronark was still as peaceful as ever. It seemed that nothing had changed, but something had changed.
Jiang Chenchuan's action was not smooth. Not long after they walked out, they encountered several monsters crawling on the street. There was always a rotten smell in the air in the city. In order to attract attention, he and Chu Dong walked from window and hid directly in the house.
With his back against the wall, he heard the friction sound coming from the movement outside, and his vision was revealed through the gap. Even though he retained the ability to communicate verbally, it seemed difficult to hear the communication between monsters.
Hearing some movement in the house, Jiang Chenchuan turned his head and saw Chu Dong picking up the kerosene lantern on the table.
There were also some rotten and stiff food on the table. It was obvious that the owner of the house was in a hurry when he fled, and he didn't even have time to lock the door.
"gone?"
Chudong turned her head and saw Jiang Chenchuan staring at her. A trace of discomfort flashed across her face, and then disappeared quickly. She pointed outside, signaling Jiang Chenchuan to pay attention to the monster's actions.
"Gone far away."
Jiang Chenchuan was just a little surprised. He waited until the movement outside the house completely disappeared before carefully opening the door.
After confirming that there was no monster in sight, he was ready to ask Chudong to leave together.
"Wait, Evel, there seems to be something here."
Chu Dong opened a wardrobe at some point and was rummaging through something in it, looking very serious.
"What?"
To be on the safe side, Jiang Chenchuan closed the door again before turning around to see the situation in early winter.
"It's very damaged."
Chu Dong turned her back to him and muttered.
"What?"
Jiang Chenchuan didn't hear clearly, so he approached Chu Dong and asked again.
The sun was once again covered by dark clouds, and a gray and gloomy atmosphere enveloped the entire Ronark City again.
Potochar was walking on the street. The road he chose was empty and there was nothing. It was unexpectedly calm.
He seemed to hear a noise and turned around to look for it, but found nothing.
There was blood staining the clothes red, and a long-lost stinging pain was felt. Jiang Chenchuan lowered his head in surprise, looking at the dagger submerged in his body. On the exposed half of Chu Dong's wrist, there was such a conspicuous ring-shaped metal.
"Finally, let me wait for this opportunity, Yvel."
