Chapter 345: Chapter 146: Return, Fate 4
’This might be a [prequel] world.’
Zhang Feng felt a bit dazed, not expecting he had walked into the story of the "guest"?
This awkward feeling was too bizarre.
Simpler not to think about it.
Better to wait for the task, see if he could find the "guest" from [Criminal Prequel].
He thought to himself.
Zhang Feng began to examine the writing again, hoping to find some "potentially existing information" within these characters.
Then deduce whether the guest was related to the task.
Because if this really was the Criminal World,
the guest’s character should still be one that liked "puzzles."
Maybe some clue he left was related to the current task.
But after looking around, there was nothing.
Truly, there were martial arts, but no riddles.
So this did seem more puzzling.
’Where exactly is the danger?’
Zhang Feng couldn’t figure it out and noticed it was already evening.
Swish—
The young man also put down his backpack, which contained some dry buns and jerky.
"Brother Zhang, we’ll leave these for you."
He handed them to Zhang Feng, "We have to head back down the mountain."
The previous hundred bucks still weighed on their minds, but Zhang Feng didn’t want money, so they tried to leave something useful for Brother Zhang.
Like food.
The three siblings thought Brother Zhang was "quite the foodie."
"Then let’s go together."
Zhang Feng had no better ideas, so he simply followed the characters of the world.
"Together?" The man curiously asked, "Brother Zhang, where are you headed?"
’Where are you going?’ Zhang Feng wanted to ask but felt it was inappropriate, so he said, "Just wandering, here for relaxation and travel."
"Great! Then let’s go together?" The young man was very happy to hear Brother Zhang had no destination.
Forgotten entirely was his initial reluctance to spend much time with Zhang Feng.
The sister witnessed this and thought this was what the teacher called charisma.
...
Leaving the dilapidated temple.
Zhang Feng munched on tough-to-chew jerky while sizing up the nearby woods.
At this moment, Zhang Feng missed the rats and the tigers and leopards of the trial world.
They straightforwardly revealed their intentions, attacking fiercely right off the bat.
One way or another, it was straightforward, either you died, or they did.
But the time in this world was too short, and it was a [prequel] + [special] world.
Now, it had already been ten hours.
Not a hint of danger had come.
Zhang Feng was somewhat unaccustomed to it.
He even speculated.
The ’killer’ wasn’t killed on the way here, was he?
That had happened before.
In the Xiangjiang World hunt, what’s-his-name killed himself before I even touched him.
’In a world that "turns back," the direction of fate might indeed shift.’
Zhang Feng thought this idea seemed plausible.
...
At night, eleven-thirty.
Zhang Feng and the three wandered, eventually leaving the woods and reached a major open highway.
However, there were very few cars here, and the four of them didn’t make anyone stop during the late hours.
So they had to walk.
And it was more than a dozen miles to the nearest village from here.
Moreover, after wandering for half a day in the woods, they were quite spent.
At least the three siblings were exhausted.
"Brother, why don’t we just camp by the roadside for the night?"
The young man was tired from walking and suggested sleeping nearby.
The man also yawned continuously, looking equally fatigued.
The sister was already blinking heavily, half-carried by her two brothers, walking as if in a dream.
Meanwhile,
Zhang Feng looked at them, realizing pushing on was unwise.
Fortunately, it was just early fall, and the temperature was pleasant.
Finding a place to lie down outdoors and spraying some insect repellent might work.
"Let’s sleep over there." Zhang Feng pointed to the highway ahead, where the terrain was flat beside the road and beyond that, there was a small embankment.
So even if a car veered off course, it wouldn’t run over them.
But as they walked over, a large truck pulled off the road to park.
Someone else beat them to this good spot.
No wonder the truckers, always had an eye for a good spot.
But when Zhang Feng and the others approached, the truck seemed to hesitate, then restarted, and drove off.
The driver was afraid Zhang Feng and the others were going to rob them.
Reaching there, up the small hill,
The sister, as if having a moment of clarity, took out a small blanket from her backpack and carefully laid it out for her brothers.
After laying it out, she fell asleep on the blanket immediately.
The man took out a sheet from another bag and divided it between Zhang Feng and the young man.
Brought just enough to make do, it only needed to cover their stomachs.
...
Tap, tap...
In sleep,
not knowing what time it was,
Zhang Feng heard footsteps coming closer.
He suddenly opened his eyes.
Instinctively, Zhang Feng sat up alert, looking in the direction of the footsteps.
In the moonlight, there was a middle-aged man.
He held a short knife, his constitution comparable to a drug dealer’s.
’Is he the danger?’
Zhang Feng stayed on guard, observing.
"Quick reflexes!" The middle-aged man exclaimed in surprise seeing Zhang Feng rise, "If I didn’t already have a protégé, I’d find it interesting to take you as one.
But now I don’t need to.
Hand over your money quickly."
The middle-aged man’s tone didn’t sound like a robber but rather someone in sudden need of cash.
However, Zhang Feng understood giving money wouldn’t save them.
Because the man’s tone clearly intended to leave no witnesses, to kill and silence them.
"What’s the matter..." The young man and the man, hearing voices, groggily woke, and saw the middle-aged man approaching with a knife.