"No... there's another possibility: he doesn't even consider us human. When he encounters those terrifying monsters, he just uses us as cannon fodder..."

Chen Jing frowned, about to give an order, when he suddenly saw Mo Wuge and his reconnaissance team disperse.

It seems that Lu Gang, the mastermind, isn't someone to be trifled with... Chen Jing thought.

Not long after the column advanced, mist suddenly billowed in the distance, and the sounds of battle erupted.

A scout ran over and said, "A puppet! We've seen a puppet!"

A puppet? Chen Jing gripped the hilt of his sword with some suspicion.

The land of mist is home to many monsters, and among them, the puppet is undoubtedly one of them.

The puppets were originally war weapons manufactured by the Mo Clan. The earliest ones were made to be very tall, but after it was found that they were not very effective in war, puppets that were about the size of a human began to be favored. They were all born for war, and their minds were implanted with various instructions to obey orders and kill.

Even after the war in ruins, many puppets, driven by the command of killing, still wander among the ruins of the former Song Dynasty.

Each puppet is at least a soldier skilled in combat! They are machines adept at killing!

At this moment, Melorian excitedly led his men out: "Where are the puppets?"

Before the scout could speak, Chen Jing heard heavy footsteps approaching from afar. He quickly saw several figures swaying in the mist as they emerged from the fog.

They were humanoid in shape, with sharp, angular features, and looked somewhat like the robots Chen Jing had seen in his previous life. They had oval faces and eyes, but no nose or mouth. Their entire bodies looked like a fine suit of armor. They held a shield in their left hand and a straight sword with a round hilt in their right.

In the Misty Lands, seeing an enemy means that the enemy is already within combat range!

...

Ash City, Ship District.

In the water, a fish-tailed puppet swam and clung to the side of the boat.

Its arms don't resemble human hands; they seem to have suction cups.

As it moves, it changes color like a chameleon.

In the boat area market.

Pan Fengyu and his servant arrived at the market. Pan Fengyu was picking out things absentmindedly until someone called out to him.

He was a young fortune teller, dressed in a blue robe, with a jade pendant at his waist. He had an ordinary face, but gave people a warm and approachable feeling.

"Old man, would you like your fortune told?" the fortune teller asked.

Pan Fengyu had only come here to cover up his presence, and he sat down in front of the stall with a smile: "Young man, where are you from?"

He glanced at the sign standing next to the young fortune teller.

"Knowing all of the past, present, and future, he can discuss the secrets of heaven with a single, jest."

The fortune teller replied, "From the past."

Pan Fengyu was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, "Can people really come from the future?"

The fortune teller smiled and shook his head. He asked, "What would you like to have predicted, sir?"

"What are you anyway?" Pan Fengyu asked casually, since he was just sitting there anyway.

The fortune teller shook the flag beside him: "Old sir, when it comes to face reading, fortune telling, divination, feng shui, arithmetic, astronomy, Qimen Dunjia, dream interpretation, and spiritual travel... I know none of them."

Pan Fengyu was amused and asked, "So what can you do?"

The fortune teller waved his flag again: "I know everything about the past, present, and future, and can discuss the secrets of heaven with a single word. Of course, I can predict the future."

Pan Fengyu asked, "Then tell me, what about our future?"

The fortune teller rolled up his sleeves and wrote a single character on the paper in front of him.

He turned the paper around so that Pan Fengyu could see the word clearly.

scene.