Chapter 339 Wind
"peak?"
Han Shuo frowned and let out a soft "hmm," then asked.
Is it the "peak" of a mountain?
The man in white shook his head and turned to look out the window.
Han Shuo followed his gaze and looked out the window, and immediately realized what was going on.
"Oh, I see, it's the 'wind' in 'big wind'?"
The wind nodded and said nothing more.
Han Shuo had already figured it out; he didn't know if Feng had social anxiety or was just naturally quiet and reserved.
In the five minutes or so that he managed to squeeze out only three words.
It's clear how reluctant he is to speak.
Han Shuo pondered for a moment, realizing that in the martial arts dramas he had watched before, most of the reclusive masters in them rarely spoke.
Thinking about it this way, Feng is clearly well-suited to this identity.
Originally, he wanted to take this path, but his abilities didn't allow it, and besides, he had a great, mischievous friend who, without him realizing it, influenced him to become much more cheerful than before...
"wind."
Han Shuo silently memorized the name in his heart. Although the name was strange, he accepted it naturally.
After all, he had encountered even more bizarre names before.
...
As the two fell silent, the room returned to quiet once more.
The wind turned and quietly looked out the window.
Han Shuo also likes rainy days, and turned around to admire the rainy scenery.
Two grown men, alone in a room, silently watching the rain together?
You can imagine how awkward that must have been.
Just as Han Shuo was frantically searching for a topic in his mind, Feng suddenly spoke up.
"How is Wang Zhen...?"
"Manager Wang?"
Han Shuo was surprised and thought to himself.
He guessed that Feng might have some connection with the underground research institute, but he did not expect that Feng would take the initiative to ask about Steward Wang.
Since the other party asked, Han Shuo did not hide anything and spoke up.
"Steward Wang is dead."
As the voice faded, he could clearly see Feng sitting on the opposite sofa, with a somewhat sorrowful expression on his face.
But soon, he swallowed that sorrow and continued to ask.
Where is Yue Zongyang?
"The director is dead too..."
"oh."
This time, Han Shuo clearly did not see the sad expression on the other person's face again in the reply.
...
Since the topic had come up, Han Shuo went along with it and asked a question.
"Feng, are you also from the underground research institute?"
After he finished speaking, he stared nervously at the other person, fearing that this taciturn man would once again make the atmosphere awkward.
Fortunately, Feng, though not talkative, is still able to communicate normally. This time, he answered Han Shuo's question.
"Two years ago it was."
As soon as the words fell, Han Shuo quickly began to think.
Two years ago?
"The Ice Crystal Virus should not have arrived yet at that time."
"Strange, strange. Since Feng was once a member of the underground research institute, how come I've never heard Brother Qingyu and Xiao Zhao mention him in all this time?"
"Even Shurou herself had never received any information about this person."
Han Shuo had no idea that Qingyu and Xiao Zhao had never met this person before.
Although they were stationed in the underground research institute as a guard team in its early days, they did not know anything about what was going on inside.
Because, in the early stages of the gene modification project, it was in a closed state.
Not only did the two of them not know each other, but in the entire underground research institute, only a handful of people knew that such a person had ever existed.
Although Han Shuo had some questions, he did not ask any further.
He knew that since Feng had chosen to leave the underground research institute, he must have had his own personal reasons.
He shouldn't pry too much into other people's privacy.
...
The two then exchanged a few words here and there.
During this time, although Feng didn't say much, he still managed to give Han Shuo a general understanding of the situation.
For example, he knew that the wind had been chasing the zombie king.
For example, he knew that Feng had been alone outside for the past two years.
For example, he knew that Feng was only 34 years old this year...
He's only two years older than me...
Finally, Han Shuo asked about the topic he was most interested in.
"Feng, what level of genetic evolution are you? How are you so strong?"
After saying this, Feng shook his head expressionlessly.
"I don't know either."
"Okay, asking is pointless."
Han Shuo thought to himself, feeling that Feng probably wasn't lying to him; the other party seemed genuinely unaware.
By this time, it was completely dark outside, and the rain was still falling.
The two soon stopped talking and lay down on their sofas to rest.
Both of them were alert people and would wake up immediately at the slightest noise, so no one was left to keep watch at night.
Han Shuo lay on the sofa, staring blankly at the pitch-black ceiling.
He knew that Fatty and the others should have left long ago, so he wasn't in a hurry at the moment.
For safety's sake, he wanted to wait until the rain stopped before leaving.
And so, the night passed quickly.
...
The next day, Han Shuo woke up before dawn. At that time, it was still drizzling outside.
He frowned, composed himself, and spent the rest of the day at the checkpoint.
Perhaps because the two had chatted and gotten to know each other better the night before, the atmosphere in the room was no longer so awkward that day.
Although Feng still doesn't talk much, Han Shuo is gradually getting used to it.
He voluntarily set aside some of his food and gave it to Feng, who was recovering from his injuries, to help him replenish his strength.
The wind didn't refuse, but it ate very, very little...
...
Before he knew it, Han Shuo had spent another day at the checkpoint.
On the third day, looking at the continuous drizzle outside, he finally began to worry.
He felt that the rain wasn't going to stop anytime soon...
He took stock of the food he had at the moment and saw that it would only last for three days at most. Without any further hesitation, he made up his mind to set off again today.
...
That morning, Han Shuo packed all his belongings into a backpack, put a large plastic bag over it to waterproof it, and then got up, picked up his Tang sword, and prepared to say goodbye to Feng.
"Wind, I'm leaving. My friends are waiting for me in the distance. I must go and meet up with them as soon as possible."
As the voice faded, to his surprise, Feng also picked up his two short blades.
"I'll go with you."
"ah?"
Han Shuo exclaimed in surprise, naturally willing to let this big shot travel with him.
However, through these two days of contact, he learned that Feng preferred to act alone, which is why he did not extend an invitation directly.
He didn't expect that this morning, Feng would actually offer to walk with him.
He looked at the bandage on Feng's shoulder and couldn't help but ask a question.
"Aren't you going to stay here to recover? Your injuries are very serious..."
Feng glanced at him, then walked straight downstairs, leaving two words behind as she passed him.
Let's go.
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