I quickly waved my hand: "They're not our people."
The newcomer didn't seem intent on hiding their identity. They took off their sunhat, revealing a face that was on the verge of decay, like a mummy that failed to resurrect, stuck in a state neither here nor there.
In the mouth with exposed gums, the dark tongue resembled beef jerky. I patted my pocket, took out the last slice of fleeceflower root, and stuffed it into my mouth.
"It's you." Zhaosi was the first to speak upon seeing that decaying face.
"Revenge!" The man with the decaying face didn't speak; instead, one of the security guards beside him suddenly said viciously.
In fact, upon closer inspection, all four security guards following him had vacant eyes, their gaze unfocused, like walking corpses.
Shunfeng quietly called me over, then tossed me a small bag filled with ginseng.
