On the brown bench sat a man in his late twenties. His hair was neatly combed, and he wore a formal gray suit with black stripes and a relatively small pair of round glasses.
At this moment, the man was leisurely reading a newspaper under the street lamps’ light.
“Wu Meng!” Shang Jianyao shouted happily.
The man was Wu Meng, who was sealed in Wasteland Ruin 13.
His projection had actually appeared here.
Shang Jianyao then turned his head and sighed with emotion at Genava. “We really met an old friend in a foreign land.”
“In a way.” Genava didn’t give the exact probability and chose an ambiguous term that was closer to human habits.
Wu Meng clearly couldn’t hear Shang Jianyao’s greeting, but the experienced Shang Jianyao decisively gave up on the Berserker assault rifle in his hand and took out the small jade Buddha.
Green light lit up and silently surged into the surroundings, making the fog seem to subside significantly.
Wu Meng looked up at Shang Jianyao and Genava through his small, round glasses. He slowly smiled. “You guys…
He still spoke in the Red River language.
“It’s us.” Shang Jianyao asked curiously, “Weren’t you sealed in Wasteland Ruin 13? Why do you still appear in the New World?”
He seemed to treat his previous guess as the real situation and naturally believed that Wu Meng’s appearance here was a reflection of the New World.
Wu Meng’s expression turned a little cold. “Without the New World, how can they seal
me?”
“Oh, I see.” Shang Jianyao acted as if he had come to a realization.
Without waiting for him to ask again, Wu Meng folded the newspaper in his hand and smiled. “I know you want to know many things, but I don’t plan on answering you. I can only remind you not to venture deeper. There are dangers there that you can’t deal with at the moment.”
Just as Wu Meng said that, the area illuminated by the street lamps warped.
This scene flickered a few times before completely returning to the darkness that was filled with light fog.
“Why do the New World’s projections get destroyed after just a few words?” Shang Jianyao was extremely aggrieved.
It was the same when he communicated with Flora and Barnard. It was the same when he spoke to Wu Meng.
Genava guessed, “Maybe a certain force is preventing those in the New World from communicating with people in the Ashlands.”
“Just like what the Salvation Army’s earliest batch of New World powerhouses encountered?” Shang Jianyao put away the small jade Buddha and raised his right hand to press the armor on his left chest.
“Probably.” Genava felt that the two matters were essentially the same, but the way it was presented was different.
He suggested to Shang Jianyao, “Do we return now?”
“Why are we returning?” Shang Jianyao was very surprised.
Genava replied, “Didn’t Wu Meng just say not to venture any deeper? Isn’t there danger ahead that we can’t deal with?”
Shang Jianyao smiled. “Wu Meng also said that the more dangerous it is, the more one should take risks. He might be hinting at us to continue forward. Yes, he can’t be clear when there’s a force stopping him!”
Genava was just about to speak when he suddenly spun his head. “I feel like we’re being followed by something again.”
Bang!
Shang Jianyao—who had secretly made preparations—used the exoskeleton’s grenade launcher to fire a flare behind him.
Under the sudden explosion of light, he—who was wearing a helmet-saw a black, cheetah-sized feline creature on the balcony of a distant building.
The creature’s green eyes narrowed from the flare.