Yun Zhe tilted his body slightly and nodded.

Rou Si let out a strange, chilling laugh. She excitedly tried to help Yun Zhe up.

Yun Zhe remained still, waving his hand to refuse Rou Si's offer. Although his recovery ability was astonishing, such a fall would take a while to heal. Especially the sword on his back, which felt almost embedded in his body. Instinctively, it was best not to move around at this moment.

Rousi saw the sword behind Yunzhe, the markings of three feathered arrows were exceptionally clear.

The farmer pulled out his pipe, grinned at Yun Zhe, and said, "Thank you for saving us twice. Our destination is very far away, and we are all Aruru people, so why don't we travel together?"

"No..." the poet said weakly. He was the lowest-ranking member of the group and spoke very softly.

The farmer glared at him, thinking to himself, "This kid really has no sense of propriety. Do you want to return the sword to him and let him go?"

The farmer continued with a smile as he spoke to Yun Zhe, “Of course, we are not as glamorous as you are. If you are not willing, we will not force you. But even the most capable person gets tired sometimes. Teaming up will always provide mutual support.”

Yun Zhe sneered and remained silent.

“He…he’s a vampire…” the poet cried out, gripping the wood tightly, his voice distorted.

The farmer was taken aback, and the soft silk he had been trying to stick to Yun Zhe jumped away.

The farmer glared at the poet. "What nonsense are you spouting?!"

“I…I saw it with my own eyes, I saw him…he didn’t dare to stand in the sun…”

The farmer snorted fiercely. Then he looked at Yun Zhe, his eyes filled with fear and blatant probing.

Yun Zhe felt his body recover, no longer feeling like it had shattered as before.

The farmer's eyes darted around. He took a puff of his pipe, only to find there was no tobacco and it wouldn't light. He was quite annoyed. He tucked the pipe back into his belt, his mind racing.

“No matter what, you are my savior. But there’s something wrong with this young man of ours.” The farmer pointed to his own head, then realized something was off and pointed to the poet’s head as well. “But he has been with us for so long. Although I hope you will join us, and I absolutely do not believe you are a vampire, considering this poor child, it may not be possible for him to travel with you.”

Rose looked at the farmer as if he were a stranger. She was a little confused, and then looked at Yun Zhe's reaction.

"Such a handsome man, I hope he's not a vampire!"

Yun Zhe snorted coldly. It turned out these people were quite calm about seeing a vampire. Aside from the initial shock, they didn't seem to have done anything outrageous. However, Yun Zhe found the farmer's thinking unbearable. He spoke kindly on the surface, but actually he was afraid that if Yun Zhe joined, he would gain command of the group. The poet seemed to be on good terms with him, and Yun Zhe knew the farmer would be in trouble in the group. Besides, he was also eyeing Jess, even though there was a forty or fifty-year age gap between them.

Yun Zhe really didn't want to associate with this kind of person, so he shook his head and said, "You guys go ahead, I'm used to traveling alone."