"He's a veteran." Jiawu only took a look at the man and said in a positive tone.
Nan Muran didn't understand how he could tell that this skinny, hunchbacked old man was a veteran.
"Eyes." Si Ye reminded her in a low voice. The old man's eyes were cold and murderous. It was the look that only a veteran who had experienced many deaths and rebirths on the battlefield could have.
"Follow me." The old man glanced at the few people and began to lead the way.
As Nan Muran walked, she used her mental power to investigate the situation in the village to determine whether the old man was trustworthy.
But I was pleasantly surprised to find that although there were only a dozen households in this small village halfway up the mountain, almost all of them survived and were living quite well.
The most important thing is that there is a late level 2 psychic in the village, a boy of twelve or thirteen years old.
Shi Ye knew that she was concentrating on exploring the surrounding situation, and worried that she might accidentally fall, so he reached out and held her slender left hand.
Si Ye was helpless, and as expected, there was no response.
Nan Muran didn't pay attention to this, but was feeling the boy's mental power, which seemed different from her own.
The Eagle and Jiawu, who were walking at the end, could see all the little movements of Si Ye.
"It seems that you are not going to be so shy anymore." Old Eagle felt relieved for Si Ye.
Jiawu just smiled and said nothing, obviously happy to see it happen.
The old soldier's hunched and skinny body did not affect his speed of advancement at all.
After reaching the top of the mountain, the veteran began to walk towards the adjacent mountain top because the road was sparsely populated and overgrown with weeds.
Everyone had to clear the way and move forward. Nan Muran, who had completely walked out of the range of spiritual power perception, found that her left hand was tightly held by Si Ye.
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