"About that..."
Nika sighed. She looked at the ground beside Eight-Headed Druid's feet and said to the cracked bricks, "He made it sound like we are going to fight soon. If you have anything to say, you can just go and tell them, right? You have always been a reasonable person. "
Since Ba Toude had asked them to help him, they all respected him and did not want to offend him. If Ba Toude nodded his head and asked Lin Sanjiu and Zhong Qing to go to the west entrance, they would be able to breathe a sigh of relief.
"That's right. We know you are just concerned about the commoners. After all, you —"
Another posthuman at the back suddenly stopped. He lowered his voice and murmured, "We understand your concern for the commoners … Come, let's go. We will go with you."
Their attitude was understanding and courteous, but after half a day of talking, the Eight-Headed De still crossed his arms, his eyes fixed on a battered iron bucket on the opposite side of the city wall, not uttering a single word. As he remained silent, the other people's voices gradually quieted down.
The nearby residents were either dead or scattered. This section of the road was so quiet that it was as if someone had dug it out from the disaster in Fan Jia City.
Perhaps it was a little too quiet.
Lin Sanjiu could still hear the cries from afar a moment ago, but now, it was so faint that it felt like a hallucination. Was it because the people had been evacuated? Was that why the voices became softer?
"Eight-Headed Druid, say something." Nika seemed a little uneasy. She broke the silence and urged.
The Eight-Headed Druid remained silent and maintained his composure.
When a few posthumans took two steps toward him hesitantly, Zhong Qing took a few steps back and stood beside Lin Sanjiu. He whispered, "He really cares about the commoners."
Lin Sanjiu was a little surprised. The feeling that Zhong Qing gave her was that she wasn't the type of person who would find something to talk about. Zhong Qing soon proved that her feeling was right.
"He cares so much about the commoners," he continued steadily, "but he doesn't seem to be worried about them."
Lin Sanjiu shot him a quick glance. She raised her hand to block the two of them with her higher consciousness and asked, "What do you mean?"
"The mutation of ordinary humans is a fact that we have witnessed with our own eyes." Zhong Qing looked at the transparent Willpower and said, "It's understandable that he doesn't want to admit it. After all, it's a blow to him. But another fact was that not every ordinary person would mutate. He let go of the young man with the injured eye and asked him to go to the place where ordinary people gather at the west entrance of the city. Isn't he worried about the safety of others? "
Lin Sanjiu immediately understood. She remembered Ba Toude's tone when he advised the young man to "only have one eye", it was full of genuine pain. No, perhaps he was blinded by a single leaf. Who said that a person with a good heart would have a clear mind?
"If he didn't think of it, then forget it. But the long blade you've raised has already clearly indicated the most terrifying possibility. " Zhong Qing said in a low voice, "If it were me, I wouldn't let the man with the injured eye get close to anyone I care about."
"Do you think … he's just putting on an act?" Lin Sanjiu asked softly as she looked at the back of the Eight-Headed Druid.
"I don't know if it's an act or not," Zhong Qing lowered his head so that no one could see his lips when he spoke, "But this situation is a little too black and white. It's hard for me to swallow it."
"Black and white?"
"Usually, the administration only collects taxes and doesn't do anything. But after the incident, when faced with a person who only cares about the public, they became suspicious and suppressed him. They even hinted that he was the one who caused the mutation," Zhong Qing looked at Lin Sanjiu. His tone was as calm as ever, "If this was a TV series, I would think that the plot is too cliché. If you remove the preconceived notions about both parties, what kind of truth do you get? "
He turned his eyes away and said nothing more.
He didn't need to say anything else. If the adjectives like "collects money and doesn't do anything" and "is respected" were removed, all that was left was the most basic fact: the local administration found a posthuman's behavior suspicious.
Lin Sanjiu bit her lip and retorted after a long time, "What Gui He said might not be the truth."
At that moment, the Eight-Headed Druid sighed and lowered his arm. The posthumans around him relaxed a little. Apparently, the Eight-Headed Druid had listened to their advice.
How was that possible?
Lin Sanjiu's sharp intuition had saved her countless times. Right now, it was telling her the same message: the Eight-Headed Druid's emotions were strong and real.
She had struggled in fear before. She had run and risked her life to protect her friends. At that time, she must have been as stubborn and stubborn as the Eight-Headed Druid. In the eyes of outsiders, she might even be naive and stupid. She didn't need to analyze it rationally to resonate with the Eight-Headed Druid's emotions.
That was the problem. When she cast aside her sharp intuition and began to analyze the situation rationally, she had to admit that Zhong Qing's words made sense.
Indeed, the Eight-Headed Druid's behavior couldn't be explained with the phrase "concern leads to confusion". He wasn't a real idiot. If he was so distressed when he saw that the young man's eyes were injured, why didn't the Eight-Headed Druid think about the thousands of lives at West City Entrance?
Even if he really cared about that young man, there was no reason for him to go to West City Entrance. If the injury was just a coincidence, he should be allowed to stay. Everyone here was a posthuman. Who knows, some of them might have something that could heal wounds and lend it to him. If the injury wasn't a coincidence, it was better to keep him with the posthumans than to let him go to a normal crowd, right?
"Alright," the Eight-Headed Druid said to the people around him, "Since all of you think this is a good idea …"
"Of course," Nika saw that the situation wouldn't worsen, and she even showed some gratitude on her face. "Don't worry, we won't let Gui He do anything reckless."
"Gui He was the one who discovered the problem, but he was playing the role of the bad guy," Lin Sanjiu thought uncomfortably.
If it wasn't for Zhong Qing's reminder, she wouldn't have noticed the Eight-Headed Druid's split emotions and behavior. From the looks of it, the other posthumans didn't suspect him either. Humans were social animals, so they could more or less sense whether the emotions of their own kind were strong or not. That was why when he released the young man with the injured eye, Dreadlock's first reaction was, "It seems like the young man isn't a Mutated" and not "There's something wrong with Eight-Headed Druid."
"Alright," the Eight-Headed Druid said again, "Let's go."
The normal crowd that was heading to West City Entrance had passed by Lin Sanjiu and turned to the right. Eight-Headed Druid had been placating the evacuating crowd, so he stood on Lin Sanjiu's left. The other posthumans stood on her right. Since they were heading to West City Entrance, they naturally had to go to the right.
"Right …" For some reason, this word stuck in Lin Sanjiu's mind. There was a turn on the right side of the road about ten meters away. It was very quiet.
Nika was the first to turn around. She looked at the two people standing quietly by the side of the road and waved at them, "You guys should be fine. Let's go." Then, she walked to the right. When she took three to four steps, Lin Sanjiu suddenly dashed toward her from behind.
Nika was startled by the sound of the wind. She raised her hand to block Lin Sanjiu's attack instinctively. However, Lin Sanjiu's speed far exceeded her reaction speed. Lin Sanjiu had already grabbed Nika's arm and pulled her back forcefully. Suddenly, an angry voice rang out in the quiet city, "What are you doing?!"
Nika stood firmly on the city path, but nothing happened. Even Lin Sanjiu was a little surprised.
"Did I guess wrong?"
"Wait a minute. Let me go over and have a look. I feel something is wrong," Lin Sanjiu said without turning her head. Her [Defence Forcefield] lit up. When she walked along the wall and circled around the corner, the posthumans behind her quietened down. Nika was the only one who followed her indignantly and asked, "What do you want to see —"
Immediately after, a gasp of cold air could be heard in the city.
"You're right."
In the city path in front of them, there was a huge, pinkish-white armor object blocking their way. Because it was stretched too long, it was twisted and crooked, like a festering but hard flower. It was stacked on top of one another and squeezed in the middle of the city road. The edge of each layer was shining with a cold light.
"Just as I thought," Lin Sanjiu said, "We don't know when we got stuck here. It's no wonder it's so quiet. "
Nika looked at it, then looked down at her fingernails, and her expression became unsightly.
"Is that the person with the injured eye?" she muttered. "It must be him. He has learned to be smart. He changed to a part that doesn't matter even if he's injured. No one can tell …"
Not only Nika, but Lin Sanjiu as well. When they heard the sound of footsteps approaching them, everyone turned their heads in unison.
It was probably because everyone had sensed who was walking up at this time.
The Eight-Headed Druid studied the mutant blocking their way for a while. Then, he looked at everyone and smiled. When he opened his wide mouth, he revealed a mouthful of white and neat teeth. He said, "Looks like we can't go to the western entrance anymore."
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